Lyrics:
Can't keep my cool
Steals my heart when he takes my hand
And we dance, to the rhythm of the band
I feel his fingertips, grip my hips
And I slip as we
Can't keep my cool
Steals my heart when he takes my hand
And we dance, to the rhythm of the band
I feel his fingertips, grip my hips
And I slip as we
[ad libs and shouts for first 12 seconds]
[C-Rayz Walz]
see-Rayz, guns and butter!
Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks
You not 50,
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
a kid again
I love the gap between your teeth
And the way you reach for me
In your sleep
And I could stare at your back all day
I didn't say the things I
up
Hunnit bands from the safe in your face, what'd you say?
Money dance, turn this shit into a nightclub
Ayy, yeah, fuck with me and get some
definitely coming if she's coming with me
I'm like a hundred degrees man I'm even hotter than August
See half them girls in your city they probably got on my
you’re gonna have to make your own decisions
And not by getting your license or by getting your own car
But by learning how to live and understanding how
out my Benz with my hand on my strap
Made bout 20 in a month just by how I rap
Before you talk shit better fix that fucking gap
Banging on yo shit like
on
Tour with a bunch of fans
Thousands in my hand
Asked a homie for some rubber bands
Seem like yesterday I was lost
With no fucking plan drop another album
I’m a witness
Enough to tell niggas, mind your business
You need to stop
Stop and listen, listen and stop
Number one album, 9th Wonder, Buckshot
comin back home
Lifestyles of the sick and brainless see, in a room packed out still by my lonely
Don't cry you keep your sympathies, bands and some
Kelly, The Boy from Killanne
What's the news? What's the news? O my bold Shelmalier,
With your long-barrelled gun, of the sea?
Say, what wind from
a motherfucker
Smile in your face, I'm nice than a motherfucker
Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas' true colors shine bright than a motherfucker
Bright
throw road blocks up. Rubber band around the fingertip until it drops off. Keep the engine running idle with a smile. And relax - from SeaTac to Idlewild.
guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin? ya big pimpin
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on,
right by you is a corrupting thing
'Cause I was surrounded by bliss
But the rage between my fingertips
Took me too far from where I stood
With warm dirt
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
I'm not really worried bout no algorithm
Only wave that I'm on is my album rhythm
Looking to the sky saying Abba fill em
Show me where to go
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
civil war
The whole world at your fingertips, the ocean at your door
The live-action Lion King, the Pepsi Halftime Show
Twenty-thousand years of this,
civil war
The whole world at your fingertips, the ocean at your door
The live-action Lion King, the Pepsi Halftime Show
Twenty-thousand years of this,
thing I drop is platinum albums (what else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I'm pulling up like 'bam-bam'
dunks
Here's a gem before I punch the clock
Keep it trill get bread then you leave the spot
It be hard trying to feed the block
cause the niggas by your
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