Lyrics:
West Coast fades
Janet Jackson Dookie braids
With the baby hair
Laid down
Afro sprayed down
Dreads and knots
Corn rolls and wolf locks
Nappy hair
trust that you can forget me forever
(Reff)
C F
All the days that we braid together may be
feel her
She change the vibe of the room when she walk in
She put the ni**** to bed sleeping in coffins
She rock the braids to her ass know she locked
her to come this way
not much to go by but she just complied
Some days I can read these girls
But I can't read you
It's like oh my days
I like your
I'm going up by any damn means
I'm a beast like the cage
I'm a superstar bitch, I feel like Johnny Cage
Baby, you don't gotta change
I put a hoochie
Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair
First time I seen her walk by, man, I 'bout fell up out my chair
Had to get her number, it
On the South, so I'm bout to come over
There on the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K
for the capture
What you wan' do nigga
Mystikals who I'm after
Grab yo' steel and shoot
I'mma killer not a rapper
Lil' Wayne, he bout it too
I'mma
Guerrilla walking across town beating down Blood Hounds
Y'all niggaz sound like Mystikal
Get some skills thuggin on wax I do this shit for real
BITCH!
jobs
Fuck em, got some other shit to do from nine to five
My birthday came, and my sister died
But next year, Mystikal signed a half a million
breakin you
Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you
Makin you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly gifted ones son
But if you were
9 pm it can be here it can be away
9 pm it can be here right by the bay
9 pm it can be here till I go away
9pm
9pm is too much time time
Ask ur
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
points in the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
shit
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales
Love being by myself
All I need is
Love being by myself
All I need is
Love being by myself
All I need is
Me, myself, and I
Myself and I
Love being
An early photograph
Of the young braid with the confident grin
Who is celebrating his first defeat
By clouching a haircut from his skull
were never the one
Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache
Her braids and her blouse all undone
Sometimes I’d head for the highway
I’m old
from across the Canal...
[Mystikal]
...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself
and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health
Bitch I'm the man, keep up
getting out of character , I fucked that girl why did you marry her
Sending shots ya way personal carrier , BOW BOW can't get saved by no barrier
Choppa big
make you fuck on the Kitchen Flo
Let's not make this difficult
Shake it fast Mystikal
Her sex game so spiritual
You one unique individual
I don't make
Fucked up but I ain't have dem good sneakers
Started getn' Ass and got burnt by the hood diva
Go & cop from cash he the bull with the good reefer
Bring dem
a fucking kid
Cried a many Christmas
Denied by many Christians
Outsiders some related
I say hi then full of shit them
My pride has been bruised
Plenty scars
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