Lyrics:
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
then said their goodbyes by hugging and a French kiss on the hand
Au revoir ma chérie said Jo Jinnan Jr
J'ai mangé mon pain à l'ail ce matin Mr Hand
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
(Pushin' my lonely done got me dis far)
(Pushin' my lonely done made me a star)
(Let's go!)
I done did it by my lonely
I was starving, I was hungry
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
I've been going crazy
I had a couple brothers that's gon' try and say they made me
I ain't been the same, I had been betrayed
By many of these
I've been going crazy
I had a couple brothers that's gon' try and say they made me
I ain't been the same, I had been betrayed
By many of these
(Yeah yeah yeah)
Everybody put your hands up right now (Right now)
Right now
Right now
Right now (Right now)
E.J.R.B.
Yeah you know what that means
Do you
beat I made is slapping when I think about you something happen
I look down my feet are tappin' And my hands are clap clap clappin'
I've been struck by
to
And when it's made, Erotica, it's made for you
[Chorus]
Slave to your loneliness
"Slave to your loneliness"
Inside of loneliness
"Inside this (alt
shootin' at
I'm Omar Epps as J reid I told him
"Hand me the grip"
Flew to Philly to walk all over his grass
And treat him like he's Stanley and shit
You used
Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhhh
[LL Cool J]
Uhh uhh
I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems
Reincarnation of a slave pickin cotton
Stress
Damn right muhfucka got that gangsta music
Better hold on to your head cause Imma make you lose it
If I make ya clap ya hands then Imma make ya
hand in Casino
But nigga's gotta go down that road to find out
I smoked a couple j's I rolled a couple more fore' I'm out
You ever been to where I'm
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my
Boy who made this
I just made this
Now they can't believe
This boy just made it
How did he get here
Abstract and weird
It's half way decent from ear
leave now
Is your mind and your right hand free now?
Our love reach deep down inside of it
As the candle burns, where desire's lit
Makin' love knows no
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
you with
A drink in my hand, eh
You should've made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me
I'm kind of busy
Stop
of getting wasted
I made it my career
Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
J'ger Bombs and bong rips
Vicodins and that syrup shit
and barricade
Try to touch this mic
And I will knock you out them pair of J's
That'll be a big mistake
Like the one your parents made
WESTSIDE
lemme see yo hands
restent invaincus
Soldat, mais pas connu
Puff de Zaza, et j'les fume j'suis un héro du gaza
Je repense quand j'dirais à mama we made it
Nous sommes les
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