Lyrics:
ask him if he could ... you know, just make me a bit lame in one
leg during the week, you know, something beggable, but not leprosy, which
is a pain in
and Ese partners at?
I know you feel me when I say that life's a struggle
But God first, y'all know we all can't help but bubble
So keep your head up
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You're my number one
Love you so amazing
Amazing
You are so amazing
Lyrics written by
Marlon Franklyn Davis
I ee I ee iee I beautiful
He been craving for a body MAC-10 stainless
You a big baby ass nigga, Glen Davis (Woo)
Raise your glasses, let's make a toast
We restored that feeling
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
Mac Dre
Silky slim, is my A.K.A
And you know that bay is my rompin' grounds
I mean stompin' grounds
But I like the way Rompin' sounds
on the surface
Not everyone is perfect
This ain't the type of life you gonna get from study hall
Nigga get to close to me I'm breaking your jaw
I'll rather
know I keep it with me
Nigga, everywhere I go
I heard the nigga want my head
Said he wanna lift my soul
If you believe that got some ocean fronts to sell
and that's a fat chance
You see black faces in my rap pages
Larry Davis, Angela Davis or Ossie Davis
Yeah, welcome to the show, it's Talib Kweli, so
Conway, look
Uh, talk to me crazy, see the fifth rise
From my hip then everything in the clip fly
(Boom) uh, see the Maserati zip by (Vroom)
You niggas
to play me?
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug selling drugs, busting slugs, but
(Mike G, you can't do this to 'em man) yeah
Alright yeah
Don alright
Worldwide yeah
Ayy, mama, I'm on now
Gone for a while, but I'm back now
Tell my
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by
as the Mojave
Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be
Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me
[Techniec]
No bustas, no peace
Rock
stuff up out of anger
So yo now tell me homies, homie can't you see
If you ever want to be a fat as Skee
You gots to be a
(Chorus)
(Skee-Lo)
A Big Mac
accepting you
So stay in your lane, but
I'm just, like everyone else, too
So just treat me that way
Everyone
I'm just like everyone
I'm just like everyone
I'm
Baby what I’ve got, one and only
And if you want this love, go and show me
But you better be good
You better, you better be good to me, yeah
You
the weather
How she can't believe it's already 1943
She calls me Raymond
And that's alright by me
There's a small white cross in Arlington
Reads Raymond Davis
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
Clique up on me won't stop swinging til you put me through the ground
But I can't hit the floor I been paranoid since the age of ten years old
And if you
Shout out to everyone that doubted me
Imma make it and everyone will hear a lot of me
My crew by the side of me
Don't you ever cry to me
Just be real
Written by: Tommy Roe/Mac Davis
Published by: Bike Music, LLC
LISTEN TO THE NOISY cUTOMOBILES
IN THE TRcFFIC JcM
HONKING THEIR HORNS cND SPINNING
Keep me up
When I’m down and out
Yeah you keep me up
Lost and found
Yeah you keep me up
I don’t know how but you keep me up
Keep me up
Keep me up
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