Lyrics:
you think I'm runnin here, a chicken coop?"
[Barry White imitator]
Foxy, the word's on the streets from New York to Cali
You're the one
But you gotta
to y'all, one of my first cousins
He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
If you want it you got it, foreva
(y'all
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
he
Was screaming "Bring my chain back!"
low i just limbo
Cross em' up like hot sizzle
I just drizzle
Make it rain on em'
Drain on em'
Bring the pain on em' yeah
Go back to the arc
And hit it
block
On my block I write and jot
Seen a lot, it's really hard to find my thoughts
Times is raw it's either live poor or die by cops
Writer's block
On my
and shit
Bangin that Off the Wall and shit !!!
Of all the music why that? Where that
Barry White at
I said I'm daddy in these blankets baby
Leave that
My love no be ten ten
I no be small pickin oh
Trust me I no go use you play ten ten
Everyday ten ten
Yesterday ten ten
My love no be ten ten
I no be
I got that 550, I'm talking 'bout them M's, nigga
All black Phantom, white seats (yeah)
I killed them, bring them white sheets
Said, "ooh, I think
I got that 550, I'm talking 'bout them M's, nigga
All black Phantom, white seats (yeah)
I killed them, bring them white sheets
Said, "ooh, I think
sucker shit I’m pushing back your toupee
Stalking out by your house
I’m in your mouth like toothpaste
For my respect I’m going live you thought I played
a day goes by (without you)
Without you on my mind
I'll be loving you for life (I'll be loving you)
Think about you all the time
It's been a while
I don't like it (x4)
I spread some butter on my bread and it fell on the ground. The washer right by my bedroom and I can't sleep from the sound
to live in the land of yesterday
Die, I want to die in the arms of Mother Svea
I want to stand before history by the side of ancient kings
Amongst old souls
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
Life changes like the weather
You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here
So I drive (Drive, drive)
Watching white lines passing by
With
the weather
You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here
So I drive (drive drive)
Watching white lines passing by
My plastic dashboard Jesus
deep
In like Barry white
You need to move before you sleeping
Tryna time the parry right
Harder to keep allegiance when the
Leeches belly glaring wide
It's not a day that goes by
That I don't think 'bout you
(Dear Dilla) I keep my head to the sky
'Cause I know Phife's there too
(Dear Dilla) And when
that she With me
I was down i admit it
yesterday I felt like quitting
life it had me on my back
lil voice in My head said
You Gotta go and get it
so i
She feel Lucky that she With me
I was down i admit it
yesterday I felt like quitting
life it had me on my back
lil voice in My head said You Gotta go
(Go got no time for no interviews)
You know I keep my ear to the streets
So it's up to me to bring you the truth
I saw a movie were George Bush
Had
no time for no interviews (go-got no time for no interviews),
You know I keep my ear to the streets
so it's up to me to bring you the truth,
I saw
to take me home
Think she wants to take me home
Waiting by the window sill
Hoping something would change
But the trees still look the same as yesterday
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