Lyrics:
Doctor grip he?s going on a trip
Ya gotta mix it up, ya gotta fantasize
Flip the script change the routine up
It not about repeating anything twice
Ya
il est précisé dans le script
Lumière tamisée, flou artistique
Tou, tou, tou, tou, ainsi soit-il
Mm, mm, mm, mm, tel est le nom du film
Sur la
like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
right last night?
I promised you a part of my unwritten script and I told you
Stuff like I've been waiting for you all my life
You bragged about your
and count back to five
You always try to dry your perfect tears
And my shoulder's just too close
Follow your lines, don't stray from the script
So I won't
stick to the script
Hold ya hip wit a clip
Ain't no love for the snitch
Only slugs from the fifth leave you stiff
Ain't that a bitch
Niggaz hatin for
good
The style flip the script, nast
Show em that your skills are more than rhyme and diggin' ass
People hear the name and equate me to sex
So when I
like 300 pounds of opium
What, turbulence which is your first defence
Scripts stay scrapped to kill an action-packed defence
Cocoa plants, I
script
So well rehearsed
The close-up camera follows your lipstick
Back in your purse.
If you were better at it
Then maybe we could still be friends,
Write
an amoeba's grandson in a pair of blue jeans
If the world is a stage I must have got lost between scenes
I read the script but I've forgotten what it means
So I
like a movie star
Who gets burned in a three way script
Enter number two
A movie queen to play the scene
Of bringing all the good things out in me
ALL:
Once more!
(Taken directly from script)
[T-Dubb]
Lets flip the script a lil bit.
With this pimp ass type shit right here.
They don't really know about this though.
So recognize me, LBC.
Dressed to kill, and drinking all alone
Waiting for some lizard to take you home
Another wham-bam rendezvous
The script is moldy but the lines are
hang, we ain't on the same page
I flip the script like only I can
Smash your style like an aluminium can
Brown skin, shaved head and a clip full of lead
easier?
Oh, is it easy, is it easier?
Oh, yeah you know it?s moving perfectly
The fault, the script, the thought, the in-between
Now, is it easy, is it
I've been a bad case
Well, I am an intensive out-patient
Without scripts without pills
November was so cold coming down
And I, well I'm all
empty night with nothing more to kill than time.
I fall in love too easily.
I reorganize myself into cliches to miss you.
With written one-sided scripts
want an autograph
I'll go and sign my name across your heart
So quote me wrong all day the only thing I'll do is laugh
You write the script you know I'll
The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects
script this specifically to keep people in check
Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me
but
loot hatin' on me too
'Cause I done
treated they boo juss like a prostitute
let her slide on my dick
an she gave me ya whole script
how much
hear that?
{Hook}
{Verse 2: Lil Ya}
Check, how could a nigga flip the script and say the "you" ain't the shit?
We keep it crunk, representin non
(at you). Thinking (of you).
Tears scream down my face.
Trying (for you). Talking (to you).
An incoherent mess.
Pulled up to your place with a script
a smile on my lips, flip'd the script
And changed my perspective
From the world I dwell in to introspective
Greater is he that's in me, gotta be
Joy
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