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used to always tell a nigga, keep your mind on paper
Bitches in your ear, you keep your eyes on paper
'Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Marianne, oh, Marianne, oh, won't you marry me?
We can have a bamboo hut and brandy in the tea
Leave your fat old mamma home, she never will say
equipped with some big tits
Baby you're the bomb
And I heard your pussy's sweet like candy
And you be havin niggas down to be down like Brandy
Well what I
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Punk, bitch
He's 1-inch small, but he want to talk tall
Trying to fight the law, escorted by a cop car
Love to run your mouth, till I give you
take a back seat
Drink the brandy from the bottle warm and neat
Make it look like water figmentedly
Strutting round this city like I own the streets
Meenie Minie Moe
Chase them figures to and fro
Would-be ballers, buying hos!
Let everybody know!
Eenie Meenie Minie Moe
Catch that stripper by the toe
If
Pamiętasz jak puszczałaś mi ten track a ja usłyszałem inaczej
Który facet by wyczuł że przy nim płaczesz
Który facet by ci powiedział że jesteś
Fat Freddy's fingers so lazily linger on the ebony and ivory keys
Seduced by a logic fuelled by the darkest liquid made from the sea
Warm it would
by the fire place
With this big empty space
When someone could fill it now
But things have changed
Wish it could stay the same
Oh time's to blame
Oh
pounds, stood 4-foot-6
He sat up at the bar by himself every night
With a mean attitude and a balled-up fist
Now all around town everybody asked why
He
We could lie by the fire keeping close company
I'll put on the kettle make a pot of Rosie Lee
Strong sweet and steaming vapours of French brandy
If
feed her, rip crown more
Whatchu mean by somethin' sharp, I got that knife handy
Dress good, smell good, couple sips of brandy
You made it
I'm try'na do right by you
Baby girl you got me so caught
You got me so confused
By
By my
Emotions
Motions
Got me going through the motions
Motions
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
you wear
And I don't want you to lose your inhibitions
Just be a bit more flexible
By dictionary definition
Be a bit more ductile like me
You know,
And you say you've got a lot just like them
(I've got a lot just like them)
And I hear you wrote a song about me
By definition, a crush must hurt
provided by our statured gods
They gave us their definition
To religion to destruction to whom to believe
Can't they see their days are fading?
This is how
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
with the nomenclature
You'll learn the definitions
Of nouns and prepositions
Literacy's your mission
And that's why I think it's a
Good time
To learn
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
candy
She trippin' off them xannies
Moesha need a Brandy, yeah
Water dripping, ice tea
Ho I just do it, call me Spike Lee
Man she worse than a dope fiend
they don't respect ya, So Nigga please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin Real G's
Verse Three
Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal
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