Lyrics:
tryin' times, livin' blind
Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
And right before I put my head
maybe, thanks for stopping by
And nothing more than that
Maybe, call me up next time you're in town
But nothing meant by that
And nothing more than that
be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me, you need me
This ain't no shoulder with a chip, or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for?
You
be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me, you need me
This ain't no shoulder with a chip, or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for?
You
knees
Your ankles and pretty heels
Chased by French stick on wheels
What a hydraulic way to spend my time
And an attenuated bell to throw in polls
I'm
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell you how this
She's a cloth of silk
The color is perfect
Every time you feel me up
You know that it's worth it
Gotta have you right now
You know that I need you
it's been around since you've heard from us
Class of '91 now it's time for fun it's too much drama, go ask ya' mamas
While I'm in the silk pajamas
cut is on fire
Causin much damage like a nuclear war
You know what time it is, I'm always reachin for more
To turn the party out my rhymes are
frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
for each other, discreet lover, no longer
The rage inside
Me nigga it gets deep
As deep as your love
For deprecating a being
Screaming all
Eyes on me hoping
That your attention is found
But you
right. I'm!
That makes me the sound of the universe before the pale pirates took control
But above all else, I am forever here
Like a stain on the silk
silk pajamas, with all the Big Mama's
Yeah and for you jealous ass hoes,
I keep a rose in my clothes
Uh and there it goes
Chorus: Larceny of the Snakes
bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main
them broads
Never loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get
your daddy's in sight
Yeah, nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
For the first time, praise God, baby mom's crying
Planned to be a strong black family
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
For this is the season of catching the vapors
And since I got time, what I'm gonna do
Is tell you how this
and the beat gets louder
And now I'm living on borrowed time
This could never be my home
You make it too hard
You bring silk and stone
And I leave you scarred
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
Sean Paul:
This one is for all the sexy ladies
Yeah man
Pack it up now, buck it up now, pack it up now, buck it up yo
Shaggy:
Sexy, Sean Paul do
bitches flippin hair
(Ver) Saces on my Care Bearski
Bitches wanna' care for me
Play for the Chicago Bulls
Might me a roasta' drop Testarossa
Deion Sanders
spinna, wiggle that silk web
All applaud then forget any trace of it existed
It's slight different, heights is quite stranded
Lone by the light of me hip I
it
Then what you waitin' for?
Clicquot by the caseload
Ice buckets where they place those
Blowin' pesos, I don't chase hoes
If she's down she'll say
And all them cute panties gon be long gone (bye, bye)
Cuz the hating niggas that I wrote it for
They aint afraid of wordplay
That's why they rode this
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