Lyrics:
nigga, you better D up
And when I come by, bitch, you better be up
Ass up, face in the pillow
I don't give a fizzle
Got to do my bizzle
The only
tellin' ya why
The Lord is a-comin' from his throne on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I could
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
Some girls go to church on Sunday
Live life by the golden rule
You got girls gonna graduate one day
Some come laude from party school
Some they
we hustlin'
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin' the life
Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice
herself, to him, who knew for sure
Possessed they say by satan's insane lure
High a'top the mountain, for years they say she's seen
Looking down upon
were my love
Oh my love
Flyin' high we never took the time
To stop and feel the need
Funny how those years go by
Changing you, changing me
I
the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
Roll up a fat one and pass it around
Lay back hypnotized by The Neptunes sound
My peoples always see me and they think I'm on point
So they roll me
the shakedown
We gon' turn it up, listen to the bass pound
You got to react, high to the high hat
Bounce to the boom bap, we gon' make your soul tap
When we
Lately when I´m in my room all by myself,
In this solitary gloom I call to myself:
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
Love never made
There was a showdown at high noon reputations on the line
It was the good guys and the bad guys I was eight and he was nine
And I forgot to keep my
the rafters high
Thus, every beast, by some good spell
In the stable dark was glad to tell
Of the gift he gave Emanuel
Of the gift he gave Emanuel
the shakedown
We gon' turn it up, listen to the bass pound
You got to react, high to the high hat
Bounce to the boom bap, we gon' make your soul tap
When we
Hold up, hold up
Quickly now, quickly now
The bass was in your face
The highs make you nature rock
Young ladies in the place
Feel the highs, feel
that way
Yes, the highs got low and the will said no
I can?t go on that way
Sugar is sweet and good prime meat
Is so hard to come by
Saccharine is
My friends from high school
Married their high school boyfriends
Moved into houses in the same ZIP codes
Where their parents live
But I, I
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
The Barter Hughius Greenus
With my best buddy by my side
We'd sing, sing, sing"
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day
He's
is a heart attack
I'd just as soon alleviate the hassle
Every day, I watch the go-getters go by
Even they say the ladder is much too high
Why
keeps rolling
The dust rises high
Creating the only cloud in the sky
He's holding his ground
But it's gettin' tough
He's keepin' his faith
In the lord up
But forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got norm
'Cause everybody's talkin' 'bout, high profilin'
But it ain't hip-hop to me (why why
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