Lyrics:
to LAS VEGAS
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
And drink a few beers,
(Oh, ETHELL!)
ETHELL, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm
Don't step on a crack or you might bring me back, still got that superstition
Yeah, you got back in the kitchen
No more noodles every night, love how you
that, relax, feedback? Keep that
Betta ease back, never see me slack
Break your kneecaps, then have you do three laps
Tryin' to see this half a mil,
life
For everyone
Oh Jah Jah
Can you bless my people
May he guide our footstep dem
While I try to unify my people
Bring us joy in the life we live
Will the wind that scatters dust,
Reveal its secrets,
Speak to us,
Of many things.
In the morning when she comes,
The bird who wakes you
so I don't hanG around that pussy shit
Talkn with your eyes with all that blinkinG that blicky blinky back
Pulled the DONK OUT TO to see that bitch
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
of mind
Meditate and be strong
I stared out that I was wrong
No good no bad it bring me back to life
Back to life, back to life
It bring me back to life
attack
You gave me alive and keep me coming back
I see the sun rise in your eyes, your eyes
We've got a future full of blue skies, blue skies
Even
But the devil got me weak in my knees
Every time that you bless me
The devil keeps trying to bring me down
It feels like the only time I'm thinking
she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed
freaking see
To be honest I don't care
That's too much for me
I'm tired of being by myself
And messing with your moody self
If you don't want a friend like
I see dead people,
It's some damage in the flesh, but imma bring it back to life,
It's some damage in the flesh, but imma bless your soul tonight,
Aye ye yeee
Uh huhh
True story fa real
I see thru di fake smiles
Know dem int real by design
Father god u bring dem dutty ways ta light
Wan clip di
and found
We've got to change our point of view, if we want the sky blue
We're segregating, consciences are fading
You're thinking that it's me you're fooling
get by
'Cus I can't help but try to undress you
Try to undress you
Wanna just bless you
Look at me
Am I the one for you
Know that I think that I'm
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong
My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man
Caught me by that
Jump back inside
With da cozy heat
I Make my plate
And then proceed to eat
Bring babe her food
But damn she still sleep
What a blissful feeling
Dawg I
Move with the air with the sounds that you like to hear,
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound,
of the story is if you think you hot
Before ya wings get clipped and ya body get dropped
And Achilles get cut, and ya spleen get splattered
All that talkin'
like a ghost
But you bring me back to life
When you give me one of those
X's and O's (x3)
[Verse two:]
Don't fuck with Belushi's
Only blue cheese,
that? That just reflects your lack of succession
Bless 'em, if it ain't Nipsey blue, it's Detroit blue
This that Detroit 2, I'm bringin' it back
with that bashin'
Ain't finna bless you and really stop askin'
Ever since 5 years earnin' that Jackson (yessir!)
Got some more traction
Mansion in aspen
or high class?
You'd probably live in a trailer park and be white trash
In any case that be the ill shit right? (Yup)
But there's a good and bad side
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