Lyrics:
the sky for you (Beenie Man, Mya)
There's nothing in this world that I wouldn't do (angel, I wanna be your wife)
I got a number one tune
presents
Lying by the tree
But all that I found
A note You left for me
'Hi there son it's Santa
I stumbled all the way
The reindeers they got
encourage you follow your callin'
What you wanna be an artist for?
Don't you know artists sleep on the hardest floors
And get slammed in the face by
I seen this girl, walking down the block
I said, "wait!"
"Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?"
"Have some donuts and milk?"
"Listen to a pop tune
It was one of those nights when you drive
Right by your own street
And you wonder who's running
Your hands and your feet
And your car becomes
when rappers wanna talk about spinning a tune
Round here we keep spinning, have you spilling your juice
This for my bruddas in the jailhouse sipping
Uk Rapper
Go back to sleep you duvet rapper
Part time done by tuesday trapper
I'm from back when the yutes say dapper
Uk rapper
Grew up on fubu
the room might consume, annoy me|When you drilling, scratching through the enamel|In fascination and and a desperation for the missing channel||Tune from
got used by a loony cuckoo, rhinestone cowboy, loud mouth doom
Assume loons still looking for a tune to get tuned to, and baboons be bounding around
on in
To this divine yard sale of mine
Is there anything specific I can help you find
And he looks for a second to survey the scene
In his eyes there is
You outta tune
God in every scene
Bible on my dresser
Making time by any means
Don't act a fool
They prolly smoking weed
Them you calling friends
But
or disconnect, tune in or disconnect
No mercy for the fake, only death in their wake
Everything you complicate, throw it right back in your face
And mark you off
If you want it all back you gotta pay for it
In a lawn chair I'll be sippin' slow
Front yard store everything must go
Shoulda done it sooner cause
all inside and out
While you wonder who this song is about
This song was my bouquet to you
This tune yard fraught decay anew
Let's champion our own
Is it really freedom that we're fighting for?
This Government Needs a Tune Up
This Government Needs a Tune Up
This Government Needs a Tune Up
This
them, really ain't
They catchin' deja vu's of the game people play
It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position
You slippin' and trippin'
crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot
Snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied
crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot
Snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied
Here we are ... one, two ... one, two, three ...
It was one of those nights when you drive
Right by your own street
And you wonder who's running
do it on a low let me take you to my place
I go make you feel the flow let me put you on a game
Sitting here watching you walking by
Fantasizing for
tune
Today we'll plant a seed
For the fragrant hope that soon
In our front yard
You will smile because of what's bloomed
And then she came
And she
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
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