Lyrics:
girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up tight
(Dukes up, baby, dukes up)
You think that
the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I
Baby, I don’t hate you
But I hate myself because
I cannot change my soul
But I am changing your mind
You are sonny you don’t care
But meanwhile, you hate
People count your blessings
They don't see when you stressin'
Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven
Told my baby momma, I'll have it in a second
Uh huh people count your blessings
They don't see when you stressin'
Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven
Told my baby momma, I'll have it in
Thank God I’m married, come here wifey
Let's play Doctor, Give it to me baby!
It was all good in the hood at that age
Till I hit the 5th floor, that's
goin' down
Every time we come around
Y'all throw that money up, catch it comin' down
Every time we come around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you
Every
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
'81 I was rocking the house
I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I don't sell drugs
I don't run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave
giving me Elvis
With some James Dean in his eyes
Puts his lips (puts his lips) on my neck (on my neck)
Makes me want to give him my body
I be fallin'
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
Baby we’ll keep on walkin’
’Til We Fly
Yeah
’Til We Fly
James is still wonderin’ ‘round
Katies finally got her crowd
But something’s still missin’ now
And their eyes
James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a long, white table
So calm, so cool, so fair
Oh, let her go, let her go
God bless her
Wherever she
jazz in the mornings then
James Cleveland Commissioned flip'n the tape on to cd
Shotty with pappy man this shit was in me
When I see baby they know they
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She's layin' on a marble table
So sweet, so young, so fair
In stepped that muddled old doctor
called friends and them girls too
Sonny do you like they did Jesus crucify you
As he sat there in his chair looking out the window
I'm thinking when you
soldiers that don't fold
Chased by bitches with no soul
Hit them and let them go
I see the hate in your eyes til they closed
What you got should be mine
At odds with the penitentiary as well as the cemetery
Only right I wrote a song made for my brothers
And whether or not you get along with your baby mothers
call dementia
If y'all want it come and get it
Y'all gon' get that Sonny Liston
Here to stay down for my one percenters
Merrill-Lynch and it's our
mixing the streets with the books
When the Cops pull up, you don't act shook
These cunts all hate on my Youngins
Don't blame them, you fucked by
Stay rich but still stay hungry
Same thing Pacino told Sonny
Rubber bands stick like new honey
Where they at, I don't see em, where they at (3x)
Out
I walk these lively streets faded moving with Tunnel vision
Ain't nothing home but the paraphernalia in my kitchen
Through burning eyes Evade blows
chopped it down
For newer 20s and blades
As my day goes by
I wish I could close my eyes
And just expose myself to my past
But I suppose I can't change
your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies
How I worry about you
Just can't live my life without you
Baby come here,
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