Lyrics:
heart away
And I know all the games you play
'Cause I play them too
Oh, but I need some time off
From that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off
flow
I'm burnin' up, ya'll can't stop my dough
I'm burnin' up, up top and down south they know
When it come to these beats I don't play, yo
I get it
poke him, kick him and soak him!
Where's that tiger? Where's that tiger?
Where oh where can he be?
Low or highbrow, they all cry now
"Please play
play at love
And hardly any stay in love
I'm glad there is you
In this world where many, many play at love
And hardly any stay in
I like to play Hank Williams Jr. records just as loud as they will go
I'm into Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Allman Brothers and David Allan Coe
I like
When a zither starts to play
You'll remember yesterday
In its haunting strain
Vienna lives again
Free and bright and gay
In your mind a sudden
yours
And that's a very good sign
That she's your tootsey-wootsey
In the good, old summertime
Oh, to swim in the pool
You'd play hooky from school
about ya'll yeah
That's right! Now what would you rather
Would you like to We could play
Uh I wanna start yeah
We could play the uh
"Deport them"
head seeking revenge
Son bent, son, on your behalf tryna laugh
Check out the drill, dun, conceal guns
Play the hum, for rea, son's leaning back
Something wrong, now I long for yesterday.
Yesterday,
Love was such an easy game to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies
Playboy, These techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get money on the grind
Mr. Uncle Josh. Would you kindly play me some deep southern blues on that hound-dog guitar there. Ah, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Yeah.
Where do you go, don't you need my love, baby?
Why can't you come on and let us play?
When are you going to come my way? Ah
What sort of things
on now, they're gonna have to wait
Till we get it right
Radio stations I question their blackness
They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play
everywhere put the peace sign up now
Rebel music, hold on, listen
Tell the DJ turn the music up
Gangsters in the club, everybody thugs
Me I play
two to make you shout
Come on Cash Money, let's rock yo well it's the
[Malik B]
M-A-L-the-I-K-be
Doin this since the early '80s
You try to play me,
[Chorus]
He won't play me on radio cause they be on
Punk shit daily on, industry's a shady one
[Repeat 4x]
[Verse 1]
Don't nobody want to deal
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
They know it all
And they're pinning you to the boards
It's a game
And you'll play
But you can't
like weight, I used to wanna play for the NBA
Fuck I'm doing talking 'bout pineal gland
Ancient ways of Sumerians, ain't nothing wrong with a righteous
started feeling dumb
Maybe I should play the lead guitar and Pat should play the drums
Take me back, back to the shack
Back to the strat with the lightning
Rapping head honcho rocking shows like I was Bono
I go, play a couple keys on the piano
The industry a lie all the promises were hollow
Follow, me I
Yea (herbalist) smoke all day
Let music keep on play
Sometimes the things you need in life may be difficult
Not all the time its gonna be easy
now, I'm a Scorpio
It's physical, it's natural
My spiritual, my animal
Caught my shooting star
Somebody told me that the night's done
If I play
like she just won a court case
He's got a funny way of using the same four chords for every song he makes
Yeah, he's called Bill and he plays with
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