Lyrics:
Yo gee
Come and get your New York Post
New York Post right here
Come on y'all
Get the bost stubost stubost
Coasta coasta New York Post
Yo New
creeping
Finding numbers in your jeans
You're talking in your sleep
Faded letters written by me
No more sittin' at home alone
While you're out with somebody
a letter (alright)
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (Here you go, dogg)
To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticize, try to understand me
at last my one and only
Goodbye friends and don't be lonely
Wait 'til you see the way she walks
Hey brother, pour the wine
Blink your eyes and love
at last my one and only
Goodbye friends and don't be lonely
Wait 'til you see the way she walks
Hey brother, pour the wine
Blink your eyes and love
at last my one and only
Goodbye friends and don't be lonely
Wait 'til you see the way she walks
Hey brother, pour the wine
Blink your eyes and love
and put back the lean
Hop out the car as fresh as a mint, now your b***h can't blink
Came with some thots and left with a bride before you could think
Its a love letter to you
Your momma only saw the tattoos and the clothes
She hating on me but she doesn't even want to know
Whats going on in here
need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I
need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I
niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Why should I lie, when I can dramatize?
Niggas fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin
bitch)
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you the kind that won't blink
Cause you don't think your shit stink
Lucky I haven't had a drink
Cause I'd
appear Drank with the Root bear, it's useful here
Who do I fear, who do I hear? I'm just fly, jumping off a lear
Next to your, dear, tell her come here
know them freshershark
Letter to myself self self self self
Close the door, look in the shelf shelf shelf
Take the letter, read it out out out out
young niggaz into troops
You want us to fight your war what the fuck I'm fightin' for?
Shit, I ain't got no love here I ain't had a check all year
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been
hit the gas and I spit every rap as if it's my last
You can die in the blink of an eye, so bat your eyelashes
And keep winkin' and blowin' kisses
I was sitting on the
Couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply
7 days later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep your faith in God
" what I told
somethin' strange? Watch your back
'Cause you never quite know where the MIBs is at
Uh, and
Here come the Men in Black (Men in Black)
Galaxy defenders
I said my bars be over they head
Like a chandelier's the champ is here
Don't blink you might miss your moment
Keep your cameras near
I'm standing
your motor runnin'
Can't you hear me honey
Send it to me
Put it in a letter
If that will suit you better
Send it to me
Send it by a plane
Or put
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
Mister postman mister postman look and see oh yeah
If there's a letter in your
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