Lyrics:
they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked
(Oh babe)
Berry juice ripe for the picking
Tie my stem
love the a way you stick-in
loving the way that you hold me
Treat me like we still
I put that on mankind
Bullet turn you when I stop sign
Swallow pussy nigga if he that fly
Light a nigga up minna car come back
Crack a nigga up like
turn heads some hoes wanna choose but
Them bitches too scary
Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp
You a fairy
Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah
Baby,
might try to stem
'stead of landing of Plymouth rock
Plymouth rock would land on them.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked
they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked
"You leave them knots in your chest, they gon' turn to cancer then"
In other words, he sayin' don't let it slide, you gotta handle it
Let that lemon
could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
I
could see what I feel it would make your ghetto lood like heaven
And I believe it stems down from my family situation
I never liked my old man
I
they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked
might try to stem
'Stead of landing of Plymouth rock
Plymouth rock would land on them
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something
might try to stem
'Stead of landing of Plymouth rock
Plymouth rock would land on them
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something
Aj in this bitch
This one for the clubs doe
Everybody turn up
Stand up cause d2jay
In this bitch too
Yeh Im in the booth
Aye!
Its a party doe
Why
me
Like a stem on a wood, ima rip her off
Every loss I took, only turn me to a bigger boss
One, two, three hundred
Throw that shit away, ‘cause that
Stray dog rot where I lie
Everything turn back eye for an eye
It be the same if I die
Don't end up with ya eyes to the sky (yuh, yuh)
Stray dog rot
they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked
kitty German drivers
With big rims and low-pro tires
Fuckin' with college bitches with innocent looks like Mya
Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars
I
the dirt
I got back up, flipped it the bird
'Til I earned the attention I yearned
Not to mention, I learned
How to turn resentment and hurt
When will it stop, nobody knows
The same old chords, the same old words
It all sounds familiar, all starts to sound the same
Turn on, tune in, drop
me a line"
I just copped a new stick but I got skengs on my mind
Three bags for the Apple Mart, the stem's dem are nice
Gregg's plus 99, plus I'm
have nothing to win
And nothing to lose
From fixtures and forces and friends
Your sorrow does stem
They'll hype you and type
A make you feel
graceful and green as a stem
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by
That crystallize and turn into stone before
They fall from my dome like an avalanche
The way I spit sound like an African chant
The Priest run through
are still settlers taking what is not ours
People good GDP pretty
Washing over communities like pretty Picasso lights
If you look there
Where stem meets
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