Lyrics:
[Hook: Xskimo Joe]
One of the best that ever did it
Mo money need extra digits
Never the less then let’s go get it
Big splurging heavy spendin
Hustle
I was feeling like I had no options
In the studio 100 nights I had to lock in
Lil nigga turned big dawg and it’s shocking
Never thought it’d be
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
to my name made it necessary
In the summertime you could find me at the beach
Every day I'd take a dip and ride my cruiser through the streets
At night
December 24th. I wonder if my Lola knew that when she named my mom, I seem to find Christmas clues in my life all the time. There isn't a day that goes by
Walking down the street like we did last day (oh baby) felling complete like the day we met… oh baby i’m wrecking over…
(D - D5,13 / D - D5,13 / G
This morning the highway stank of its decay
The lines blurred together and heralded the way
Took me 2 hours to get through roadworks to improve
By
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two doin' an album together
Ooh shit
Okay, I
Yo
You'd think after all these years of being clean I'd get my feelings back
Right? So why it don't feel like that
It's like God built my heart
old joe
Stuck in Carolina in two feet of snow
Campin' on the highway watchin' it blow
Met some cool folks I'd never see again
Wonder where they went
feel like I felt about 2 years ago
My days are the same, they goin' by slow
I don't go to sleep, I'm hearin' the birds cry
I don't give time to haters,
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
1 profession
2 confessions 3 grams won't leave you flexing
But 4 years at hard knock u might earn some lessons
I want that Jackson 5 profit in my
Our dad
Would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day
He was solid as a rock
But by eight
Our dad would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day he was solid as a rock
But by eight
Our dad
would send us to our room
he'd be the voice of doom
he said that we would thank him later
all day
he was solid as a rock
but by eight
through the back door, 'cause out the front door we be starting riots
She go two ways like the Meadow-lands
That's what I call a devil dance
I'd fucking
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
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