Lyrics:
You've gotta dream a little dream
Ho, one more time
I'm back with a new rhyme
Hey, here we go again
Ha, turn it up my friend
No, we don't stop
Ha, we
thats right
Its sunday morning in our quiet little white bred red-neck mountain town
Ok Ike, lets try this one more time
*mumble in background*
ready
everybody to come
By exercisin' your mind to coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd, like
everybody to come
By exercisin' your mind to coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd, like
That picture hangin' on the wall
Was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out
When he owed me ten
Now it doesn't look like much i
bitches)
Started a little local war
(Beefin' over bitches)
They stabbed him at the liquor store
(Beefin' over bitches)
Eyo, pussy is like poison, more like
on the phone, oh shit, I'm frying it
Will someone tell me what did I do to deserve this?
I think I'll, pull out my suit for Sunday service
My little brother
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I'm not stupid, I
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
a lil bit more than that underground shit
Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers
I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun
That nigga went double plat
singing and mumbling)
Thats right
Its sunday morning in our quiet little white red redneck
mountain town
Okay ike lets try this one more time
- mumbling
you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
And hey, this little world needs
not much more to be a
completely perfect world.
We will be leaving soon
and we might never get back to you.
But
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
Little Girl
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP)
Music by Glen Perdew (BMI)
Verse (Female)
Daddy why do birds
Fly so high in the sky?
Why do
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
Mind
Little Big Mind
Little Big Mind
God, when is this geezer gonna shut it
You're supposed to be at the library by 2:35
In breath
What, is homework more
witnessed
From time of my first cry, I been on a hit list
But little did they know that I would grow up to be gifted
Steady tryna cure the things that they
of congress
Ben Carson
Or a fake pastor like
Jesse Jackson, eric hallb***, or Al Sharpton
Wait? eric who?
I never lived God-less
In my moments of darkness
When
she got more crabs than a seafood platter
Bitch on the gank move, to skeaze me
Just to say "I got fucked by eazy"
So I slapped the ho' like a pimp
should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot
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