Lyrics:
we made his ass beat his feet
These niggas supa scared of us, we always had them two two threes
If i get to eat you get to eat it ain't no starving
By
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
(Verse 1)
Looking past the window
Of my soul
I’m sitting by the phone
Constantly alone
Waiting for a call
Any call at all
It Feels like
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
But the scarrings on her arms told me completely different stories
I could further explain what else took place
But the best way to frame it is a lack
I get high I get high I get high
Roll up another one roll up another one
Roll up another one roll up another one
Roll up another one roll up another
the Bass walk this way
Respect to Tina Marie, Debbie Deb, Ice T
Dougie Fresh, Lady B, Run DMC, Curtis Blow, Blondie
Sugar Hill, Kid Capri, Grand Master
mans lesson
I wish
I hope
I dream
I pray
I find a way
To another land
The steps I take
Are mine to make
I'll never wanna be another man
I used to envy
You felt the heat
When I walked by
Packed up your things
Made up your mind
But you don't see
That you and I were meant to be
Though the road is long
the day cuz we party thru the night
Yea
You can call me basic
My type is the only basis
Blinded by their beauty I need to go get and pay for lasik
She make
me
Shroud of a deity
Sharpest no sheathe will see
Cut throat check
I know they beaming me
Up and I'm leaving G's
Played like a dvd
Duck ho catch
Luck
my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas
Got boos, got buddies for sex, I'm starting a nest
Gon' catch me a snack, gon' eat that’s a fact, might make me a mess
Kick back n relax, she rubbin’
on stage like a DVD
Put me in the MOMA when it's over with
I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit
Remember that I still got you
I still got
the way
When the postman calls, he'll deliver the letter
I've explained everything; it's better that way
(Divided by, divided by) I think they heard
dreams before we die
Can't waste it all on what we like
Too much going on
So guess I'll see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess
One, two, four, Mandy
This is the life
Oh, One way, One way, or another
One way
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get you get you
know the snakes going to hiss
And like a DVD player
All the snakes want to diss
I don't get it man
Clock in all these niggas
Only time they call me
for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What did you
growing grey hairs
I might even shed a tear
Either way, lay away the game
Pick it up later for some lay ups
You slip and miss, step ya pay up
See me comin'
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
When I'm on the way, on the way
She tell a nigga 'Andale', 'Andale'
(Now put ya')
Plans on pause
(Because these)
Bedroom calls
(And the ah')
Alarm
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