Lyrics:
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
dance partners need a dance partner too)
(Is that you?)
Life's too short to dance by yourself
Could I get you to dance with somebody
Dance with
up in Manhattan, little Mabu, you a lame, yeah, yeah
7-1-0-0, S-A-N-T, S-A-N everything, like
I'm on your block with a motherfuckin' wedding ring
Y'all
to the ground and kiss my cheek until it turned pink
Lie in the grass and tell me I was all that she’d ever need
And at the time I know it was something that she
All I ever wanted was to leave this town, a fresh start, a brand new name
I guess Manhattan got the best of me, the best of me yeah, I lost myself
course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another Miracle
By
pretty face
Horny as a devil with her little bitchy ways
But she all natural 'cause I don't like my titties fake
And her attitude bitchy but hey what
I'm all I need when I'm alone
Lately I've been healing my soul I know one day I'll find my way home
Promise you'll wait for me in the morning for now
Into a couple buildings in Manhattan
I'm-I'm Osama, run tell Obama
Let me fly Air Force One (oops)
Thank you, first I need to thank, Jesus
Without
York.
We lived in the Bronx for a little while,
cnd then we lived in Manhattan.
When I was about 13,
ch... We ...a... moved to Rhode Island.
My Dad got
seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten
seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed
This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten
and thinks she can cape us
But lights are all orange on the grey bus
Only us can save us
Me, I'm chasin' Manhattan like Rockefeller
Feelin' the rhythm like
My egotistical biblical lyrical ass is back
I'm really on my egotistical shit now mane
Y'all going to love me mane
And when y'all love me
I need you
getting my name up
Paranoid tweaking, every day I'm getting followed by the same trucks
Nothing but Backpack Boyz and my matte black toy in my back pack,
Queens;
But I met shorty in Manhattan!
Know I left my city; but I wear it on my hat, yeah!
Niggas on my heels...
Tip-toeing - yeah, they tap dance!
Jotting
Everybody's got somebody
But all I got is silence
Manhattan’s gonna drive you crazy
I’m so sick of this island
How am I the only one
Whose phone is
a phoenix always comes from the ashes of its past
Now I'm looking to relax
Got my eyes up on the glass
Tryna cope with all these feelings by doing hunnid'
elated
Like to think about a Great Escape
She Told me Have it all i take it
Think I made it out of peril
I only see the world far enough
That I can flee
'm fuckin rollin dice
Cause I feel I lost it all, only thing I got is a life
That I don't know what to do with
Swear I been going through it
But I don't make
alright tonight
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get this letter
It's four pages but my name ain't
some time into Ecology
Well, there's a wide wide world of noble causes
And lovely landscapes to discover
But all I really want right now
Is, find
the needy and the crippled or put some time into ecology
Well, there's a wide, wide world of noble causes
And lovely landscapes to discover
But all I
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