Lyrics:
Yeah, I vowed not to let my mind's opinion on my work to ever affect my truth
Spilling out my heart whenever I step in the booth
A perfect mix
manners[00:51.13]I'm so sick of you clowns[00:51.89]Off the Henny my sound is too loud[00:53.68]One more shot for all you gunners[00:55.37]A deep one for all
Red Velvet was her name
Her colors drawn in the NYC Subway
There's a gas station near where the boys stole the liquor
Velvet looks out her apartment
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
business, Papa was a rolling stone
I'm a mix of both, there ain't no bitch boy in my bones
Fucking up this dough like say it's pizza
You can't get Italia,
perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
describe the whole thing now.
The boys are coming round the turn,
And I believe it is a perfect sight,
As they come down here.
The green flag waves,
to cure
So come up close and don't be square
You wanna battle me anytime, anywhere
You thought that I was weak, boy, you're dead wrong
So come on,
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
to talking
Would be the lights that could cure the darkened
While ensuring the sword is sharpened
Rapping in a leaky closet of my third floor apartment
Giving
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had
by Glee
Feel like Martin Luther with unfinished biz to capture
Infinite tasks to accomplish before the next rapture
Time is a coveted possession often
Montana’s
Fuckin’ up the climate by the way i do that rhyming
Like global warming i keep that heater
Year round boy dont try me
Passin’ plays for days like
So part the seas and paint them red
Cure disease and raise the dead
Wash our feet and break your bread Jesus died so we could live
I don't need
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
you wanna live, boy
You couldnt do all this shit I did, boy
You know your mama snatch your ass up off that block
And tell your ass to be home by five
a fire, what a hell
Tell your hoes to wait inside I'm pulling up
Right by your highs and take you away
One day I'm gonna get me a nice boy
Go on vacations
player
Who plays the perfect game
Hero
Not the glamour boy
Who loves to sell his name
Everybody's buying
Nobody's hero
As the years went by, we
player
Who plays the perfect game
Hero
Not the glamour boy
Who loves to sell his name
Everybody's buying
Nobody's hero
As the years went by, we
here electrolyte
Breaking a night
This shit light, huh
All of it pure
How can you panic when it work out organic
I got the cure
Herb sprout out planet
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