Lyrics:
the drama
With the Q you I K comma
Now that's drama so pay attention
By the way I must mention I'm comin' off
Hard in the third dimension
With the glare but
Well she laid
By herself
While I couldn't help but feed wildlife
My discarded
Affirmation validation
Shacked up in the dark wood
What she never
She just want to fuck with a real nigga
Gave her back shots it make that but bigger
No Dr. Miami all I nigga do is give her dick at home
If hubby
base, opinions in the kitchen how they circling around base,
way too many cooks, but I was raised by a crook who found his way through a book
you all attended
Rhymin to the beat, is the way I make my money
I'll buy, sweets for my sweets and, no sugar for my honey
Brothers get, played for
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
kindness
I've gotten lost and I don't know where my mind is
Help, help
I'm trying to find this place where I can
Get away from the brightness
Help, help
I
of spite
I'm back on a mission and this time I'm gonna anchor right
That's right, ads help, he's improvin it
"Thank gosh Rick, we love the way you're
go up to the right floor
Turn the place wright upside down cuz that is what a mic is for
It is my priceless whore
This is my right to score
Giving it
the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it on the camera
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin'
seen him at the hardware store.
I think his name is Billy, but I'm not sure."
And as they talked a little while he passed by
She smiled at him he
stay ready
All of this feels so extraordinary
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I see you walking by
I can't help but turn my eye
I been rolling
make a deal with you
I just really wanna feel on you
My attraction to you is not real, baby
I don't know what to tell you
I don't wanna hurt wanna help
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven
I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
house having nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through
The way cannot be found by endlessly scrolling down
The way does not celebrate its success on the shoulders of failure
The way is not in the eyes of others
if this is right
I'm taking my flight just like the Wrights
I write all my words, you feel the strife
I see education taken in strife
I'm gangbangin
on the liquor but tonight it ain't enough
Cause this town is full of drankers and they all hang with us
Grabbed Betty by the arm, told her man, "Stay in touch"
The eight commandment, says thou shall not steal
Help police, I'm being robbed
By some corns on the car, that need to get a fuckin real job
The Mob rocks more
the difference between
Impossibility
And the way that things were meant to be?
Could you cut me a key
I can't help but wonder what my life would be
Today if
nothin' wrong your love is my drug
I love the way you make my body vibrate all night
I love it when you say my name lookin in my eyes
I love the way you
to turn to my friends no where to be found, my heart is numb in this cold hard world, please take me by the hand and guide me.
I need your help, I need
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