Lyrics:
its my occupation
Debating speculation like it ain't just second nature
Thou shall love thy neighbor, don't let that nigga hate you
'Cause he know
your number email address
I'ma keep my eyes glued
And hate on any brother you that talks to you
'Cause anytime another
Comes around harder than I
passing them by
It's hard to keep this feeling inside
You gotta love those pretty brown eyes
The way your body moves from side to side
The way the homies
from the city of Lompoc
If you didn't know Know you know
Ask somebody homie!
Either you Hate or Appreciate
Either way, On my Lane with no Brakes
on you
Why wouldn't she cheat on you
Mase come on
If I'm in the streets or I'm in my jeep
And I wit my peep, ex know not to speak
See it's all
grabs you by the roots
Right? A love quest so when your thoughts is black
An employ you can enjoy and look forward to that
Kinda like how I look
might sound a little out there but (yeah)
The South of France, I'm tryna keep you out there, girl (I'm tryna take you out, girl)
Take my hand and we can
might sound a little out there but (yeah)
The South of France, I'm tryna keep you out there, girl (I'm tryna take you out, girl)
Take my hand and we can
Caught using my manners at your table of content
I love how you love to educate,
Stare in into your eyes you know you elevate me
I ain't Moody in your aura
And oh what a time and a season
For love and greetings
Oh and you brought some gifts for me?
I see, Major Lazer
What a Merry Christmas would be
If
to Nieman Marcus
Today's my best day since I've been here
Paul, you have to go home right now
Shirley need never find out about this
Oh, I see, you
to get funky like female funk
So when you see me comin' or see me goin'
I keep my money, let the hoes keep throwin'
I once met a tender, she did it for
get the job done
Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me
I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique
They say I look
exchange
Between Louis Farrakhan and
CBS'S Mike Wallace
You got to Nigeria, which is
If not the most corrupt nation
In Africa and it is
It could be the most
changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang
It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
everything seems alright
I love it when you put your back on my front n my tings come alive
I got a thing for them eyes, them pretty brown eyes
And them city
detriment
What?
What?
I said
"Using my knowledge and awareness to benefit, instead of detriments"
Yeah
I should be a teacher
I should be a teacher
You
pay?
You'll have questions with some top spin
And my answers may be lobs
But if you serve then I will volley
And we'll rally til it's folly
And I'll
love hoes and dissin')
Yeah, these niggas so police, yeah
He spot that car and flip it (Fah)
And if I don't know you nigga
Yeah, better go on 'head
Keep
if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee, my mellow
It's on you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
get the job done
Yes I'm the M-A-R the K-I-E you know that's me
I got the stutter step to keep in check my speed is so unique
They say I look
And ah running away
Can't deny true love
So why you stand in the way
Mr. Brown I beg you please
No keep my baby from me
Give her the moon and the stars
don't know what you come to do but I know what I gotta do yea
If you love me stand up and prove
i need to know you can catch the groove aye
Sit down class
been spending all my time give you a chance to change!
You say your in love, But!
If this is love, What!
Can I do to make it feel better?
And what
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