Lyrics:
was only right I showed her my bench
Let my mans hit, when the fan hit
We spendin' all these bills on liquor
Figured Jersey love his teams
But still
track but somehow you gotta stay transit, ha
Man, lucky me
I was diagnosed with a heart disease at nineteen
Could barely stand on my feet
Doctor
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
myself. I'm not by myself
anymore because the man I was before he was a tyrant, he was a slave, he was
in chains, he was broken and then he sang:
Oh,
and Aunt Cammy
A black man that was raised by black women
On tour, sippin your special honey and lemon
You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt
you see me once again because I'm killing shit
Don't be surprised man you know I'm the illest lyricist
And if you see me in the future, man I told you
and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was
There once was a girl I knew named Bridgette
She asked me was my dick a grown man or a midgette
Of course I had to show her all my balls, ring
put it to the curb
We was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun
A van drove by and my boy caught one
My heart poundin, I was chasin the past
I seen
I once met a man who trained himself not to dream
What he seems to have seen was a glimpse of everything
He's been painting pictures on canvas since
I've seen a rich man beg
And a strong man cry
I can understand the pain in their eyes
And who they once was
Who he once was
I've seen a brave man
Demons creeping onto man
Demon Time?
Why?
I say so that's Akaza and Muzan
I ain't shit bro you must be mad
Yeah I was playing with them man
Always staying
killing for money
Now in jail, meditate, bout' the life that waste
And his bro that was killed, by the gang he was with
Which I did stop the banging,
once
This life all we need is one love
Everybody Dey find wetin him go chop For wetin him go chop
Count ur blessing count ur blessings
Name them one by
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
we can't mix, I tried
Fuckin' and arguin', fuckin' again
After you said we not fuckin' again
Probably coulda made it work again if I
Was man enough
the man had said
I ran far away just like the man had said
And by ten o clock that
Morning i was in chaplin
There was already quite a little buzz
That in
trying to get by on her end
I'm just trying to blow the fuck up
Well my OG's had different motives, somebody getting stuck up
I was out in Buc Town with BT
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was '05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had
somethin'
Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?
Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh?
Bitch, this is fame, not clout
I don't even know what
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I
my dick
More then once, more than twice
It was hella times and it all was nice
You see me nut, when I look down
And you looked up and see me frown
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