Lyrics:
You watchin' but you ain't seein what lies before you, beatch
Picture if you will seven deadly human beings
Blessed with the gift of speech, the power
Barney Rubble
'Cause them mark-a** n****z don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis
we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward
No respect for no slut, and no money without power
We
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home
My uncle used to love but she died
A chicken ain't chicken 'til he's licking good and fried
Keep on the sunny side
My uncle used to love me but
baby, I tried to get a date
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
Lord, there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
Well, my mom and pop told me,
Welllllllllll, I ain't never
I ain't never
A-seen nobody like you
No no no
Never, have I ever
A-seen nobody like you
You call me up and say
Welllllllllll, I ain't never
I ain't never
A-seen nobody like you
No no no
Never, have I ever
A-seen nobody like you
You call me up and say you'll
down beside me
Love ain't for keeping
Black ash from the foundry
Hangs like a hood
But the air is perfumed
By the burning firewood
The seeds are
Small fry, strutting by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty
to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go (woo)
Uh, all of my heroes did dope
Woo ah mercy, mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be.
No, no, where did all the blue skies go,
Poison is the wind that blows
From
There ain't nothin' I can do, or nothin' I can say
That folks don't criticise me,
But I'm going to do just as I want to anyway,
And don't care if
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
For years I've been busting my rear to make a living
But it ain't made
For years I've been trying to pay off my bills
But they ain't paid
Oh
I just can't wait to love you
Gotta see my woman right now
We ain't getting any younger
Need someone to love
When clouds come it's rainin'
Sun
Little more effects
And I can't resist
So we get funky in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This ain't on a pop tip
murder
And we ain't askin' for shit, nigga we takin' it
So Dre, blast they ass nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat, late at night with my gat
On the streets of LA
bad, and that ain't good
(I got it good, and it ain't bad!)
My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
(What do you think mine's made outta?
the G's (yeah)
And make a few ends as I breeze through (yeah)
Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home
I got bitches in
niggas ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point?
I'm feelin' it
Fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin' it
Feel the Lex pushing up
EP version
I'm not talking,
Well that's all I got to say.
Used to think I knew it,
Man I sure outgrew it.
Things like idle chatter,
Ain't the things
Don't care how long you gone
I don't care how long you staying
But, good kind treatment
Gonna bring you home someday
But someday baby
You ain't
izzy ah zizah zizah zizah
Hard bitches be talkin' like they rah rah (yeah)
Blizzy blizzy blahzah blahzah blahzay
None of y'all fools ain't got shit
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