Lyrics:
"Mommy, where the colored people?" Then
She lost her day job
We was watching Jamie Foxx, I'ma move to LA
I'ma get my money up, I'ma be a famous rapper
Only
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
Hook
She my rain drop, get her super wet she call that shit my main job,
my First Lady and she wavy with no make up, when im out of town she calls
It's not like that.
Okay
Your retirement has been denied.
Denied?
Proposed charges in the case of the United States Government v. Sergeant Royal
How
Well I grew up on this here orange grove
For the better part of my life
I've known the sheriff since we were kids And he still drops by to this day
in the zone, tryin' to make a livin'
Headin' to work in the mornin'
Everyday felt like I was mournin', as my dream was deceased
Until I quit my job
foot
Stopped by the mirror and told myself that I look good (Huh)
Then I introduced my shoes to the hardwood (The hardwood)
Found my happiness like
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth
Everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back
Put
chased me to the crib
That's how it is on the south side
All day sling cane, sell hoes gang bang ok
How we live on south side
You could catch a body
the World is such a sad state
Change everything in the world one day
Were they not satisfied for anything
Were they not satisfied with the 10 laws that he
It's a new day new color new age
All races different and their beauty insane
Bitch I'm brown and I'm proud and my people they're loud
Doing whatever
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
Payday (measures and Breaks)
By Credits (Boz Scaggs/David Faich)
Hey you steppin' on my head
Why you gotta throw rocks in my bed
Mr. Shoeshine,
Dogs of the world unite
It's Public Enemy
Goddamn I state with my fist uplifted
In a state where our freedom is severely twisted and
Abused, I'm
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
have to fight
For a sunshine state of mind
Looking forward to a warm moonlight and sweeter nights
When it's all worthwhile and everything feels alright
you shop everyday
On tha real like a man, girl please believe me
I don't play
Look here I'm a man by my words
Nigga try to jack you I leave his brains
1
3 is firing and those that got jobs
They thinking 'bout retiring
New York State of Mind, crime
Police and firemen since 9
11 so many of them dying
got a job to do
And that job is in malibu
Thought I was done fuck you
I can rap for a day or too
Without turning blue more
Ryames then kid rock
But I
can't get the papers to stay and work freely in the day
Now they gotta' get the job that make these judges activated
Those who patient contemplate
with the platter
My eyes are on the buffet!
In my life, i'm patient as fuck
Still I grind in the dirt
Like its my job, 16 hours a day!
I can feel it in
-in another nigga's state
Up on another nigga's stage
Up in another nigga's face
Some of the crowd finishes Arsonal's slogan
While other fans boo loudly
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