Lyrics:
dinner opposite Sebastian
Oh, Sebastian!
Sebastian was a little boy
Sebastian had a big-big head!
He was like an ugly attic toy
And no one wanted
Now, don't ya dare to touch her
Know she don't belong to you
She got some real dark eyes
An that real curly hair
Big Bill, is gonna follow
That woman
Her purse is crammed with hundred dollar bills, affirmations are powerful, attracted the thrill
Conscious mind, divine design, ready to race in
pill
I been spreading light still
My skill gon' pay my light bills
Just getting by by
Hmmm
Just getting by by
Ooooh ouuu
Just getting by
Just
girl was born
But I take it for granted she never reached Little Big Horn.
She swam across the Platte river,
cnd she started to shiver.
She got sick for
stand them
Five bills on our feet hoping would she let a lad in
Coz I'm a necessity
She's loving the rest of me
Bad b call her Stephanie
She can't get
a fuck about how much you got
She don't care if it's a little or a lot, no matter what she bought
She was lied to so many times by guys in disguise,
a plan B if your trap phone startin' to get cold
If somethin' happen to your plug and your bills startin' to get old (damn)
Fourteen, just lead by
no woman in three years
I had one little two little three little Indian
Be-I-z Markie is what it is
And if it's hard for you to spell, then just say
the bills paid
All my houses got them big gates
Quote BB we rep them big banks
Round and round do my do see do
Hoes on my dick talkin 'bout same flow
Freak
make it here anymore
And that big ol? building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train
It was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast
Took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil
I drive a big freight liner, and I made my last payment today
And I drive to all points outta New York City to LA
Well, that little woman smiles
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
There's a place out west where the Powder River runs
off the Big Horn Mountains
And winds it's way out across the plains
It's a land of red walls
can hear a little clearer cause the shit he say tempting in you ask Me
He says if you got the money for the bag
Then all the pretty woman they come
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
I drive a big freight-liner an' I made my last payment today
An' I drive to all points outta New York City to LA
Well, that little woman smiles
You know
A lot of things in the world matter right now
Most important thing is time
But we just let it pass by
Like we dont care
My time's ticking
want a bad bitch just a good woman
Keep me outta trouble in the house with good pussy
G's in effect smoke weed by the pack
In a nice phat crib money
Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk
On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones
Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you
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