Lyrics:
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
Told a bad bitch hit the cash spot
I just made 10 new plays off a laptop
I just made her bag up the dope with her ass out
I be in the field I ain't
with a player like Commie
Ooh, girl I like the way you move
Let me whisper in your ear
And get close to you
And tell you things to get
Your mind off
the definition
So check this out
Yo here's the definition of a hotti
A girl with Noxema skin and a V-8 body
She can relate with your wildest dreams
By wearing
I met a girl
Soft as a flower
Crept in my world
Like a shadow
I bought her things to make her smile
Melted my chest to warm my heart
Yeah, yeah,
You ghat a real nigga blushing everything you call
Laying on the bed, legs on the wall
Me and you, forever baby 'til I take off
My niggas outchea
I woke up from a middle of a daze
And I was stuck in a middle of a maze
I stood up and saw a girl
She started walking
And then I followed her
She had
heart girl
Tell me how it beats
I can't take the pain anymore
I miss you now, but its time to go
On the comedown but times still slow
Tripping off a tab
All my life I've been Chasing Amy
Going after girls with no regard for safety
But when it comes to pretty people can you really blame me?
I just
Yeah, Vitality, man Listen, living life by the ending of a string
I'm strung out, people playing me for a balance Floating, I accumulate malice
Been
we're dancin and romancin or leanin on the wall
When I'm with you, girl, I could never be bored
You're so fine and you're mine yes, I thank the Lord
Every
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
like what the fuck don't keep your hopes up
(Girl what the fuck)
Go off on anyone who's testing
Mask off and it gets interesting
Ima go off on a nigga
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I
my garbage file
Full of it by the mouthful
Full of shit and your mouth's full
Wall to wall til I'm out cold
All in all I'm doubtful
But who knew I
paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By greedy money changers in the temples of Wall Street
No more puppet politicians gonna take me to the brink
Of losin’ my
I can't wash off
The blood from my hands
I can't claim my innocence
When you're convinced by my guilt
Nothing is true
It's a fiction made to hurt
when I finally caught my breath
I saw the sweat drip off your chest
Girl, you inspire my very best
And I gave nothing less and it seems
With every
Kick a nigga door broad day leave em' obsolete (Obsolete)
Gotta get this bag by any means
By any means (Yeah)
When my back against wall nigga
Shit gets
Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Whoever put your record
You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week?
Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shittin' on me is so 2002, bitch
Turn your mic off
Cuz I been starting wars, breaking laws
Exposing these haters flaws
Leavin em mauled by these bars
As I'm shovin my balls in ya girls jaws
Layin it raw
surrounded by the girls
With the tank tops and the flirty ways
I'm just sipping on chamomile
Watching boys and girls and their sex appeal
With a stranger
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
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