Lyrics:
Keisha
Keisha
Keisha , Keisha
Damn, I love my Keisha
All she wanna do is sit around and smoke reefer
Keisha, Keisha
I've been sippin' liters
Damn, I love
of fact I fucking ain't
We ain't jumping around but this
The house of pain
So we know the love but in love we know
That it's easy come and it's easy go
So
him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double R, SP holdin' D Block down
If you don't live that, you shouldn't
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
sorta feelin' like
J. Cole ain't no fall-off
I bet every hater sit and think
mm-mm, P gon' fall off
I remember duckin' 12,
Hidin' in them bushes like
I
wanna lose it
Had P's for the strap before the music
Had me runnin in gaffs like I'm lootin'
The sun shines through the rain now I'm movin'
I
Now what's real partner
[Outro - Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Haha, so what's real?
Yeah and all you clown runnin around town
Tellin people me and yous was
for free, see
Just call me S-I-C-K
I love to kill for play, 'cause like Cube, it was a good day
And I'mma be like strictly on my Q's
P's and Q's
be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2)
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then, run my tongue down your neck to your bare
a guardian angel
Choppa make him two-step, no tango
Rap game, choke hold, no strangle
Pushin' P, too much, might throw up
You live by the gun, nigga, you
(Then turn around and bury a nigga)
It's all the same
(Fo' sheezy, baby)
Wherever we go
But every time I spit this game
These L I P's these niggas know
right beside me
They say it's love, but I feel despised
I see the pain, I could read the lies all between the lines
Man, free the guys
R.I.P. the ones
It's like you up they around
When you lose it they gone
You runnin low on the money you got they leave you alone
And I'm just being honest
Remember
know!), Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA!)
A.k.a Jim Caso (lovely painter), and I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this...)
I love paintin' these pictures for
just a stick mans girl
People love this girl they go to walk with this girl
[Verse 2]
Down with me runnin that new chick
Crashin' like a new whip for
on the cash, need mine far as extra goes
Off charts, I'm runnin' my way up
Niggas ain't fuckin' my play up
Shot clock violations and I'm still chuckin' my J
any of ya
Fuck what you say
You was never playing with me
Be right back, be right back
T-Balls
I'm Tony Allen with the D-J
Best in the league
that a nigga outside
In that pat, riot, j, ee, p
Rolling up sum weed, to keep it cordial for the vibe
So know we sparking soon as you arrive
Cus I been
[chorus]
To the kids in the p.j.'s
ghetto children i know it ain't easy
ya'll wanting millions
sunshine turns to rain
its ghetto pain
when a one time
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
la-la, la-la
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walkin'
around burning bridges not at all
But when the time comes I'm indifferent, let 'em fall like
Mental chains, can't breakaway
So much pain runnin' through my
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