Lyrics:
disguise
Be my lady of the night
Lovers lovers
Lovers in the sand
Lovers lovers
I didn’t want emotions
Did not dare
Cause I have lost
Too many love
bat, remember that?
One happy black man I be
When my L.A. bunny want to trip with me
Her name is Teresa
She was freakier than me, but I figured I could
coming out of the air
The house of silence and of tears
Shadows dancing for a hundred years
And they cry
I can be your perfect lover
Would you keep it
wolf
(Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?) You need to stop, don't be afraid
Number two, he had a house of sticks
And he built his house with twigs
with DJ Alladin
Had my girl under the cover, went with Egyptian Lover
I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don
All my yapes I would pay for a mix
Knowledge and Baby be
To my homeboy Eric be , Kamir and Robin
Thyra, to my man, Mulah
De La Soul, and Prince Paul
To Nice and Smooth, Melle Mel, AB,
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix
this
8BYea, New York to L.A
TSBeyitch
8BHah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
TST-Mix on the funk
8BDangerous Music, uhh
TSSuave House
8BI
I go to LA
They say I'm Max B in the modern day
All these niggas wanna rob my way
Niggas talk behind your back
And hide they face
I played the hand I
got childhood scars in the streets of my life
Girls laughed, now they beggin' to be Mix-A-Lot's wife
The new breed is here, vigilante's of rap
Got eyes
be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin' white boys, bumpin' dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight,
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky joint?)
My homie Snoop Lover's on the drum, the drum
My homie Snoop Lover's
need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
different and he knew it.
He often told me when I was born an angel flew over
my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said
"You shall be the one."
a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like pound cake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch.
I said, "Do
salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
Oh! New syl la la-bles, eat ball
You fuck-offs your house, your bitch
I'm getting sucked off
East, South,
on the side
just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
turn on the lights
and see me on the couch.
I said, "Do the jingle
and your from around
it real life
Let me be a real wife to you
Girlfriend, lover, mother, friend
I adore you
Don't be put off by my quick-wordedness
I'm generally
作词：Joy 3ti3
作曲：Joy 3ti3/COLDE$T
Beat:Prod. COLDE$T
编曲：COLDE$T
录制：Voyagers Studio
Cover by:SAFE MUSIC 3bg.AIM
MIX By ZJ寒青
V1
I would found my treasure
have to prove shhh
Just keep doin' hit's
And niggas be all on my two tit's
And even if you think it's odd
I'm telling you, after every single rhyme
I
my name
Purposely a stranger to the man that i became
Never out the house, she liked to move all by herself
Talking talking talking, she was quiet
Intro:
Hey beautiful lady, Hey girl
Meet me by the kissing tree baby
You and I can be together baby
Verse 1:
Help them see the bigger picture
I
a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn't cost me to be nice
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price
Master of the house
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