Lyrics:
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
She's beautiful
It's clear
I've thought things that have sealed my fate
To think in the first place is folly
By the time it's been done, it's too late
yeah yeah
Good vibes, good vibes yeah yeah
Ayo Paul, where the gang at?
Me and Rafe got a plan where the man's at?
Let's, link up its overdue, light
Shawty said she love me and I tell the bitch probably
Living in the projects, living in the projects
Living in the projects, living in the projects
We was
me
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
I can seek time, time just slip away
Time keeps tickin' on
Time keeps tickin' on
Time keeps passin' by
Time keeps tickin'
seek to find until your dying
'Cause I got too much to stay awake for
To sleep or even take four seconds out the game it's time to wage war
Scissors,
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
bout shit nigga!
Bring that shit to the floor nigga, got 4 mo muthafuckin days nigga
go get yo ass delt with biatch!
Nigga gone get yo mufuckin ass put
Holly 'cause it's Raining In My Heart
Now I know what Paul Simon meant by the words he found:
I wish I was Homeward Bound.
Well
I feel like Buddy
Playboy
[Chorus]
You balling
If you got Sprewell rims, and they crawling
If you got four five, Clarions balling
You hit the club on dubs,
I P
Six years in this league for me I'm living legacy
It's pride and it's heart and I've said from the start
I want to restore what is rightfully ours
Attucks, Lafayette. Nobodies.
The nobodies ran a trea party at Boston. Betsy Ross
organized a sewing circle. Paul Revere had a horse race.
And a little
No past time
My stat line on Chris Paul .
V1
Ohh. We be living in this
Harsh world
Your gas price , you passed life , you pissed off
Kill your whole catalog
Sixteen would make Deborah Lee
Cut the channel off
Thirty-two would make Paul Bunyan
Take the flannel off
Sixty-four would make
a fever just like King Kong.
Lone wolf, Lone wolf,
Up four days, sin n haze,
Real time lag outta phase,
Like a trip to space and back
Warping time, he had
as lyrics I'm quite content with celibate living
Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables
And fuck your syllabi, lil nigga been to school
The realest
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
the slang dictionary
I swear by Peter, Paul & Mary
I'll use it"
"Furthermore," said the rebel
"I won't let the issue pass
The whole student body's
To The Hills, Total Eclipse, Number Of The Beast, and Remember Tomorrow live. Aaah!
Box number four. Do you like it so far? What a great set of singles and all
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
this.
{DJ Paul}
y'all Know the motherfuckin score bitch.
y'all boys y'all boys ain't ready for this
Hot Boys Hot Boys gunnin with
broad another one Boricua
Acting up in class in my cousin's crib I was living
Told me one more time it's a guarantee you're living
Spent all them nights
4X]
Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin bout
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
[DJ Paul]
My killas and playas
We gotta
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