Lyrics:
on that bitch
Cause I'm never wifing no slide
Won't be no marry, No blige
She talkin' M it's menage
We talkin' cents, she a dime
We talkin' pay, guess what
weed
If you wanna throw a frisbee, Twan'll be your teacher
The first thing we gotta do is smoke a little reefer
Pack up a bowl, or roll up the first J
caught better stay on mute
You ain't get it lil' bitch know it's my time
I can make that pussy wet like high tide
Bitch we can get it jumping like J Blige
J Blige in her prime
Yeah, I made it like Beats by Dre in his prime
Shit, I remember listenin' to Beats by Dre in his prime
I decided to be a great
[Intro]
*crickets chirping*
Ooh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
(woo)
[Chorus] - Mary Fierbaugh
On this war path fightin' for the finer things
It's a struggle
in
I'm not the car I drive, no
I'm not the job I work
You can't define my worth
By nothing on God's green earth
My identity is found in Christ,
Yea I don't got a reason
So high I'm floating by
Lookin up you see him
Live lyfe it's with a Y
So you remember leaving
See I'm goin back and forth with
Time travelling
Rhymes rattling
I'm battling
Clocks tattling
She paddling
Snakes rattling
Mary Magdalene
My adrenaline
Father telling him
Seeing hell
called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your
about Benji, we're not talking
I just get the cash, then I go about me
None of these other souls could ever faze me
I'm just by myself, yeah, Im by my
Back in high school
Always kinda knew
I was by myself nobody saw what a player do
Hence why I was a loner, fucking with a few
Was amused by the fools who
None of the hoes are mine and that's ok yea
Got em all takin bottles to the face yea
Been smoking it by the pound, that Mary Jane yea
Underneath
paper
Baby now you gotta throw me a lic, hit the shops and then we jump out quick
To the Benz, then we out by six, if you lookin' for my Adisas's
I'm
[Chorus:]
[J-Ro:]
Who the hell let the dog out the gate?
Ready or not, here I come to set it straight
'cause it's a thin line between love and hate
to trust the process, little by little I've been making progress
Now ive just been Lookin at the city's skyline getting sky high
I got my hustle down, now
Passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's, and they lookin' like Halle Berry's
So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin' wine
We's just chillin', I'm
Passes gettin' thrown like Hail Mary's, and they lookin' like Halle Berry's
So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sippin' wine
We's just chillin', I'm
Well, here I sit by the window
Of this big old lonely mansion
Lookin' out over the Smokies
And on in everything I can see
Oh, I guess by now she's
And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires
to keep you gruntin'
My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock
Circulating through your radio non-stop
I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette
And now I'm
thinkin bout it
Mood
Mood
See I remember being lonely
In the late night
Had to pace my mind
Amy, Mary J and Toni
On the playback
While I taste my wine
offended
Saw you trip and fall in love, not what I intended
Blackin' out, it's gettin' darker, then some windows tinted
Driving by no showing face know that
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary, Flower, Weed
Trees, Mary
watch who you approachin'
I'm not your R & B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
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