Lyrics:
you mean by too many 'nots'?
[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
to the game when she gone
The girls have fun the girls have fun
If she don't answer the phone twice we arguing
Its a house full of women and still I'm
to make it through don't let it fall apart
Voice Of Pain
Voice Of Pain
Is it possible for us to do this right or we just gonna keep starting fights
Hearts
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
Senator Hollings: Maybe I could make a good rock-star, I don't know
Rev. Jeff Ling: Come with come with come with daddy!
Senator Hollings: Maybe I could
Detours like a caravan
Unless you got some other plans
Cancel them lets begin
(Yah Yah)
It is by design I know
Every move I make is calculated
I define my
of crackheads I am a crackhead
I mean I don't smoke, but I gotta crack in my head
My daddy used to slap my face around with a brick
Until finally the back
daddy's never get to See they son grow
This the city where they die When the gun load
This the city where the young Don't grow old
This city where them
coming home?
I can't make it on my own
Mama's watching where I go
I can fix you if you broke
I have to bring my daddy home
I'm the heavyweight champ
You
kin sa fun aiye oh
Daddy mi npe mi oh
Won ni kin sa fun aiye oh
Mr man don't you do gra gra
Dem go jail ya Olohun
Don't you do gra gra don't you go
Dem
but respect
Motivated by the money
Cause I did it by myself
Yeah
This ain't no ordinary love
Niggas dying over money
And dying over love
They don't
panic before decapitation
Don't nobody love
(Yeah) don't nobody care (No)
They'd rather sit and stare and
Make fun of my hair
I'm a killer, I'm a devil,
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
[CHORUS]
Oop shoop moogi mushy doggy, oh
Oop shoop moogi ay
Means son, don't go near the Eskimos
Please do what I say
My daddy was working
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
dynamite, I'll pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie, and I don't
I'm gonna pick up Little Gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight
And make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant, Rosie
And I don't
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't)
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't)
Come on and wake
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
don't
Fuck y'all
And fuck your mom
And your daddy
For having you
You bitch ass nigga
Hoe ass pussy
I hope that, I do not relapse
For the sake
Of those I
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
don't stop
A-rock the rhythm that makes your finger pop
I said, "Ah, hip-hop, ah thanks a lot"
Ah, c'mon everybody gimme whatcha got
I'm gonna tell
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