Lyrics:
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
almighty but Carrey me please
I've been sitting inside of university just selling these CD's
I've made so many bad moves
This album's less of a risk
I'd
but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
The only
(racks)
Gettin' wasted, goin' ape shit
Swag so sick it'll make you vomit
? in that yellow thing
Low to the earth like a caterpillar
Glass house so you see
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
nice
And I stopped being nice left that in ‘09
I was only 9
When I lost what was really mine
Niggas now call me a savage
I’d rather phrase it damaged
You
Haters sad
Put a frown on their face like Bathing Ape
Nezzy can't disappoint cah the labels await
Man i grind 24s never taking a break
Me and ski like
to your roots start loving who you be living for
These people might be gone
You’ll never know what’s wrong
You should know by now nobody is on this earth
white rap, just some foil like Chiclets
Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
The truth like Al Capone dying from the syphlis
Cross me
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
grape
Evisu jeans with the Bathing Apes (yeah)
Desert on the pillow, choppas by the nightstand (yeah)
You can roll the dice, play with your life man
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, love
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By
all a masterpiece
Since then Nic, never gave up
He be making new songs, ep's Even albums
All by himself and that's the thing he Loves
Staying
when the chase ends
Study you then ape you for the placements
See themselves as hunters on the apex
Fake friends
Work you half to death just for
make it hot
Plain T with the Rei by Rei to make it pop
She ain't come in with me but gon' meet me in the lobby
All of my dawgs is like that yea
All
with some shih tzu's
We apes with some bamboos
I got real niggas on my tattoos
No longer changing my self
I'm changing shit around me
I'm thanking God
I got all these hands on me
Off the bench now I feel like 23
Said she gone gimme all I need tonight
I flew by just like a cool breeze
I got all these
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
to the ground by high as a cloud
Create my own wave don't follow the crowd
Work like a slave but mama she proud
Open your head you fuck with her child
Just go
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
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