Lyrics:
the groove and funk it up a little bit"
I look in the mirror, at times I say, "Damn Black Caesar;
How'd you get to be the woman pleaser?"
'Cause I
on that LV
I'ma give them more
We add it up
Now it's a LP
Heard I couldn't do it
Now there's nothing you can tell me
Trying to make a bigger name
We in
you gon' die tryin to "Get Rich"
I spit sick, my lungs' disease is from Asia
My LP's a "Funcrusher" too, my Fantasia's
Roy Jones, knock opponents
colored huе
And it's still a mix of dull reds and blues
Can you get a cluе?
The whole earth is a ticking time bomb
Hoping to get the time to go call up my
Everybody looking at me like I'm one that's up next
Ashton Martin with the roof off, look how I fucking flex
Never wanted me and now they wanna kiss up on my
remorse?
See when the going gets tough, the tough are unforgiving
Then I'm left to make uncomfortable decisions
What do I do with this hole that needs
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
she says she
Gets cold a lot
Next door to her is the Canarsie
Dressing room I actually grew
Up in Canarsie it's still a
Dump and inside is Usher
Who
the dough
Call up my connect, get the powder in from Mexico
Late night, come across the border in the Chevy ho
Get it for the low, if you need a plug, let
many different people
I smoke
Bats with cats who opened up their sacks
And put that shit in my hand
And never asked for it back
My thinking cap, that's
Trials and Tribulations
Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it
Well we see where that went
They say all good things must come to an end well, I say LP
worth
By the size of my jeans
Won't paint on a mask
Be who I wanna to be
You'd see what you get
The best version of me
It's so clear
Looking through
know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny
Well I was allegedly dropped
By a truck
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
of me
I'll beat your nani senseless with the utmost sense of urgency
Turn me up, like you listening to Jodeci
But I don't have to take my shirt off for
a chicken wing
I eat em one by one, good clean fun
No need to bring a gun, come and get some
Of this lovable, hugable, my skills are so incredible
Stay
the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is Charles Manson who just happens, to be
and the prime example of what happens
When the power of the rhyme falls into the wrong hands, and
Makes you want to get up and start dancing
Even if it is
?
Mike Love What Up? DJ Enuff
Foreal(Pharrell) That's my favorite producer by the way
That's why I had to rap on this 'cause
His tracks is Better Than
an excuse to get close or say "hi"
I know they call you stuck up
Ya think you're too pretty
Spread rumors about you all throughout the city
So much
messages so I can get by
Tryna survive in this microwave era
I got the pots and pans, foil & saran
There’s a way to cook it better
(There’s a way to cook it
across my collar, does it purr?
All these pimps is hysterical
I think they full of scare
Passin' by 'em in the V twin
Ghost-ridin' the blur
And rejection
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