Lyrics:
on the couch
Fast forward busted on her mouth
Blue cheese calling scattered like a mouse
I'm a real man a disgrace to the streets
Full of integrity stand on my
Can't nobody fuck you like I fuck you
You a bad bitch and that's why a nigga keep crushing
Late at night I'm coming thru
But you in these streets
a palace with room full of Diamonds
Want a new whip that’s sitting on Diamonds
Look at my wrist the time say Diamonds
I need the Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds
off (yo, yo, Badmon)
Time to separate the kings from the gods, streams from the bars (Shit)
You niggas hollerin', I lit the scene from a far
Here
the way
With my all-star team, bitches see our shine
Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or Nixon times
They call me Rollie, watch me polly
your fly
GET OUT THERE!
[LL Cool J]
To rappers I'm a nightmare on Elm Street
Hellafied hotter than heat, guess why the other's can't eat?
Cause I'm
Demetrice, Evet, and Sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the Melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from Uptown who
[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin
[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have
love, love
Yo whatever the road to paradise is
We on it
Gave me your income tax check so I can get on with
Those were the days
These are the times
you get hit in yo fitted
Got no time for the beefing wit niggas
I stay wit my thang wit one in the brain
Cause the city I live in get wicked
Told
and told yo, your shit a part of history
Dapped him and kept it moving on my victory lap and
Now we downtown LA, 6th street and Broadway
Step into
Born alone so mi straight by mi self
Jah know star
Sometimes yo have to deal with the road by yourself nuh breda
Cause no everybody real
Mi know
always ride for friends and family
They're special
They're special
They're very special to me
Spend life making great memories
It goes by every time that I
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do a drive-by
Wet em up from his shoulders, leave him bye-bye
Now mama cry-cry, but it ain't my time to either
like it was the first time
(Like the very first time)
Yo I've been here right here in them bold streets
Late nights tryna write mums sayin' go sleep.
enough to get by i
A hope move my body
Never short of the might
Of god
Got full intentions
Of forgetting the start
Just to live once again
In the hope
Poor old Georgia Lee
Lord knows she can't see
She's been blinded by
All the lies she believes
Many a time I've tried
Changing her mind
But that's not
worried about my family and the time that we're spending
Can't even blink without losing someone close me
I gotta think like I'm at war just to control
can they say now wat can they say now
Didnt yo mama neva told u not to play in da street
Not to play if u weak i be playin fa keeps
Dey be actin like ya
just lean on my stool." Pun intended, yo!
I never liked to see dem youth so angry
Dem standing in the streets like dem a sentries
Oh why no more joy
on my seats
Put me in a third world country in the middle of the slums
I'ma turn it to a million dollar street (I'm for real, on God)
Pharrell made
My heads been hurtin since 83'
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so
that I've done all those drugs that I tried
And the people I've mistreated during my time in the streets
Through the bitter ass cold or blistering ass
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