Lyrics:
girl, hey girl)
Peso...
(D-L-be 's) rockin it rockin it yes he is rockin it
(Tito's) rockin it yes he is rockin it
(Mike see!) rockin it yes he is
to breathe on beats
If it wasn't for me you'd probably be on the street
Fuckin' up packed
Niggas comin at cha wit gat
Same nigga at the show you got watchin ya
as well as we do
We'd rather be hated than ignored
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Flesh:
I'm a empty the clip and dip/ for fuckin' with me you get your wig split/
Remember the silence...
like a bolo
Other steppin to brothers cause he be God? Oh no
G-o-d, I be not he, it's true, don't call me loco
And my man Eric the Wiz will stir the mini
next to me
the one place that you shoulda' stayed
lyin' next to me
now you're lyin' next to me
the place I said you'd always be
hightimes, gone
is strange
But I'd rather be a smokestack out on the range
Do what you like
We made our last trip to the bank.
I'd ratter be happy and poor
Than have it and still want more!
Itching and
I'm scratching and
I'm
Hmm Huh Hoo hoo hey baby
I'm looking for you
Drifting on a memory
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Than with you, loving you
Day will make a way
the stars always shine
And I believed it when you said you'd always be mine
I heard a rumor that you still talk about me
Makes me want to cry
And I like
say it's a sign of weakness
For a man to beg
Then weak I'd rather be
If it means having you to keep,
'Cause lately I've been losing sleep
Baby,
on heat,
Knock one out and then fall asleep,
It's sad but true,
I'd rather be with you
Don't you forget about me,
When you're a celebrity,
It will be
crossover when my dough is all spent
Because ain't nothin, goin on, but the rent
I come from S-T-A-T-E-N I-S-L-A-N-D
And be the grand wizard lyricist, Kim
you'd always be
(Boy) Oh, baby, you must be loony to trust a lower than low two time like me
(Girl) You said I'd have everything, a beautiful diamond
don't drink coffee
I don't wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti
I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey
In
me relief
The pouring rain at my door-step is saying to me......oh
Forevermore inside our dreams we'd always be......oh
I'm tying myself to the helm it's true
I'd rather be six feet down, before I'd turn around
And abandon you
I'm chaining my soul to your feet
I'd do anything to have you back
I'd rather be alone
if you're not here
I'm still in love,
I'm still in love
Baby would you come back to me
Sorry baby
ain't never ever been a duck nigga (not at all, pussy)
You'd probably be mad 'cause I ain't fuck with you (fuck you)
I'd probably fuck your sister
at fine art
But I'd rather look at you looking back at me
And there ain't any other place that I'd rather be
And I would rather overdose than to see you
Card, arrête d'esquiver les bagarres
Tu kiffes "Fouiny Story", négro, c'est la vie!
Après le rap, je te vois bien comme danseuse au K.O.d.
B
I'd rather be dead; dead don't hurt
Realization of an inherent emptiness
Maybe that's another sin for the pessimist
Possibly I am a jinn with a exorcist
(Right next to me)
Yeah, cause this is our night
Ain't got no deadlines
There's nowhere else I'd rather be
Call everyone you know
Turn up the radio
made us who we are today
And that's real talk
That's way I think about it daily
It's like god took Carl just to save me
From then I knew I'd never be
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