Lyrics:
G R E to the Y yeah
S A L and to the I
Got that V wit the A
804 til the grave
Got them fingers all on my plate
Lickin it yum lovin the taste
Imma
prelude
I don't spend too much time hanging with dumb bums
Their virus catchy and I ain't got insurance
Got endurance sure
But if a little goose keeps
Yeah, yeah
Can I do it one, one time for the Chi?
Can I do it? I'ma do it one time for my peoples on the west side
They call me C.E.O. Aaliyah
Dark and mysterious aura
Yeah, it's midnight, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh
Feel those shivers runnin' down my spine, yeah, when you walk by, yeah
You twist my
what you mean (what you mean)
Mama told me keep my head up, get the C.R.E.A.M (Oh, Yeah!)
I can't trust these bitches, never, BITCH PLEASE (Never, ever)
body as your H(om)e
As you get lost & found in your Om
Coming back to the Great Unknown
Where the Great Mystery is the great history
By another name
would never believe
To me it's just a lie, just knowing you're gonna leave
I knew that it was coming, I didn't wanna see
Because I was blinded by L.O.V.E
And paving my way
E don tay we dae suffer lemme surf on my wave
I'm making mistakes
And learning by day
Who's really real, who's temporary and who's gon stay
the name is Downtown Science
Don't mean we can't pull clients
So now that you look at all way
We got a little more to say
But get some shades first
Cause I
Stroke by a ball in the game
He wasn't even playin in
Fuck [We got's to cross the field]
There must be another way
And that some drama for your mama
Like
minerals and those jewels
Because its me, the E on the attack and I'm back with this jack, and
Coming up on some products that I'm lacking
Well I'm that
we're showered with praise
or we're simply hated by every review team
What I've stated was meant to reduce kings into paupers
and to seduce queens
[B.G.] (talking)
Wassup, Uh Huh
This one here for my lil' queen
And my lil' king, ya heard me
Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know
Look man
dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in
and make a selection
Cause nigga we runnin' you outta your section
Ain't no question who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-see
Nigga, we ride with
(My angel)
(Sexy little mama)
(That has been right there for me)
That's right
(You are my everything)
My pretty lady (my pretty lady)
(I
hearses
Undertaker, Mother Nature
You be one with makers
Son to say your passion
Jesus, sip Grey Goose
Henny and reminisce, R-E-K-S Genesis
pocketbook
Later on get they ass whupped for the cash took
And the food stamps, little crook took the last book
Seemin at a very young age
Broke in
Tell Bama they ain’t fuckin with us
This that 40 out the bag
This that shorty in the passenger
Rolling up
Leather sandals/ Sunglasses
That
Selling Os by
a team
Drove a little bit further, saw mafia for life
Without a doubt everything was tight
But they gotta watch out for the King
'Cause I can make my
mad about what ain't right or wrong
Put on a fake smile then do a little interview
Introverted kid acting e off the pills
And doing dumb shit
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
rappers are a bore
But with me you get a little bit more
I'm sure I can reward
Your purchase cause I understand the
World unlike these other rappers
Like e
not a rookie by far
I got Tequila in the car
I just left the liquor store
And King of the Bar
That means I'm a star
So come & shine with me
I'm going
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