Lyrics:
fucked with my mind
They hide in their clothes it's all a design
They no give us light they say make we shine
It's tales by moonlight
Mehn it's tales by
fucked with my mind
They hide in their clothes it's all a design
They no give us light they say make we shine
It's tales by moonlight
Mehn it's tales by
little sticky kids were hopping
on my lap with their fingers in my beard
I guess they thought that I was really it
She sat down on my lap and said
Wounded cops kicked in the door and started dumpin
Me and his wife hit to the floor she smelt strange
My comrade was breathing no more they killed james
She made, a final wish
That made my blood run cold
Wanted to go on her own terms
Awash in love's throes
Said I'd rather die by you
In our passion so
they say, no way
Till one fine day in this land of L.A
We finally slipped up and she let me have my way
She kinda turned me out, changed my life I must
seen
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean
She was the diamond of his eyes
And she would always be right by his side
But
Have you heard of the ship called the good Reuben James?
Manned by hard fighting men of both honor and fame
She flew the Stars and Stripes
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
you till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when
shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wondrous eyes
Mummy I am thirsty
Mummy I’m too hot
Mummy she has pulled me hair and tied it in a knot
James won't touch the babies, he says it’s “woman’s work”
So
Bucket full of chicken wings
Here comes the trouble, make it double
Jesse James we getting loud
Got some truffles in my duffel
Hope them pigs don't sniff
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
This shit kinda different
Put my wrist up in this bitch and whip it watch me mix it
Ima beat it down and punch it up like Sonny Liston
4 days sober I
trusting bitches
Hit em with it, hit em with it, hit em with it
Look at these diamonds like Sonny Liston
Migos fighting in the crowd
Looking like Ron Artest
by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
to activate it, and twice to..
James Bond
Bond
James Bond
I left him in the past tense
Ever since I ran that money up
Nigga got mad friends
Switchy with
story
Had to tap back, never seen her before
She was an Asian girl @HotLikeTori
‘Bout 4’11” so I fuck with shorty
Tori from the Bay but she live in Aruba
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
still
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the taillight was all you
pearls
So I'ma just teach her to trade
We gon fuck up the bank
I do that in my spare time
She tired of minimum wage
She ain't having that way
She declining
Smoke, nigga, I ain't no killer but don’t push
Pull the trigga, smoke a nigga like a cigarilla fill of kush
And it's killa kush, by the way
She finna look,
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