Lyrics:
them there eyes
You better look out little brown eyes if you're right
This spark will make bubble
They gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
Hah,
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
I got from you
Was lots and lots of talking
Lonely nights filled with misery
So baby please please tell me now
That when I fulfill your
You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute
But there's some things you can't do inside those city limits
Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover
guard the spot
Bangas snatch chains in the parkin lot
Don't matta there still be fine ho's to gatha
Pick about the thickest bitch and I gots to hav ha
call?
Who do ya call?
Burn me up
Burn it up
Keepin' ya hot, the spot, hot
Burn it up
Shake what ya got, ya got a lot
Burn it up
Keepin' ya hot, the spot,
wife
Gotta three bedroom and an empty life
And you're not quite sure
Just where it all went wrong
There are lots of reasons why we should turn
a clown's disguise
And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
With tears in my eyes
You look the same, you're a lot the same
But my heart says "no, no, you're
the parking lot, then we see all the panties drop
Girl, ain't no bitch nigga, no rich nigga, no snitch nigga
Yo' bitch choosin' on a real nigga, let her chill
what you want (good love),
You got what I want (good lovin'),
And we were made for each other.
Aw, we've been around
And I've had a lot of loves
And I
You got it for me leave a message on my phone, she wan' me
She cry a lot of tears nuff like a real tsunami (ooh, ooh-ooh)
Listen up, 'cause shorty
know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of toys
And goodies in his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if reindeer
Really know
homey get in
Gloccs of Velveeta, yep, I'm off the meter
Ride by and see you with my hands on a h***
Wanna be like the O but you act like a ***
Gotta lot
On a lot of straight hen
And a lot of green pot
Competition in a range
Like he gotta be stop
Well maybe I will be
But probably not
Oh what the blood
say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You need to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be overreacting (Man)
That's when I said,
"gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots
gone, you can't get it back
So I'll go on burnin' up both ends
'Cause I don't want a whole lot of might've beens
Now that would be a sin
[Chorus]
a hoe
Gotta lot of Patron, with a shot of the malt
Wanna be's wanna beef like nine-ninety nine
You wanna battle me? You better learn how to rhyme
Boys
drifted for a while down the road to ruin
I couldn't find my way I didn't know what I was doin'
I saw a lot of people coming back the other way
So I kept
a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Your head with oil--lots of oil
Make it run like water, watch it
them if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworkin' 'em
There's danger lurkin' in
Them
you rival my clothes
What made you fuck it, yo son these niggas gotta owe
I think a lot of flows, I flip exotic hoes
We paintin' pictures if it's I
Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee
A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom
She's got a list o' passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want lifts to Brown's Hotel
'Cause lots o' them been travelin' for quite a spell
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