Lyrics:
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
The highway is ticking by and it's getting late at night
The only job worth doing man
Is a job worth doing right
I got a couple of kids and a pillow,
never come home
I wrote this for Momia, stuck in a beast
For people who, march in the streets, and struggle for peace
For hood niggaz, born rugged, never
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
And along those lines run life and death
You know, so a few years went by, a couple
Albums, success, out of the
Blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us
Death
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
position # 1 for 3 weeks in 1975
-Words and Music by Curtis Mayfield, Calvin Carter, and Jerry Butler
-charted in 1960 at # 7 as "He Will Break Your
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
Man, take another hit breathe out
In a zone blowing smoke out a glass teapot
I?m chillin at home on some solo shit
I love piece and when its quiet, I
They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women,
And men with the mortgage on their homes.
Farmers and teachers, rich men and preachers...
The old
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
I can't drive by
The old house
Something's missing in its four walls
It's not the
Door I'd walk through
A different entrance then I knew
You'd be
and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already
I've been a good all year, did all of my chores
I even took swept the whole house and mopped all of the floors
All the stockings is hung by the chimney
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
slidin' you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
I ain't got to tell homeboy he know that
This is 'Matrix
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
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