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With you hoes been nothing but misery
First rater, five-one stood
Mad coke fiend though the bitch looked good
Met her at the fever
"What's
I'm not good at getting too emotional
Want you right here by my side I would never let you go
Danny Phantom for the whip but I'm never going ghost
Italian Story
Music and Lyrics: Chet Lam
Arranged and produced by Chris Connors
From the Florence sun to the Venice moon
On and on I travel
Without
here for a good time
You know stay out till you see the sunshine (good life)
Sometimes I think that it's wrong (its a good life)
To pick up a dink
Ah man
Damn, I don't know why I went out last night
Oh yeah Chris, you got a busy ass week ahead of you, how bout we stay out till four AM
Good
their cars
They left them by the golf course
The neighbors will be checking any second
And now I'm the only one that is good to drive
It's fine, except I
a Fool
Shake ya hips Gal
Make it twist Gal
Bang the Dance floor
Cuz It's you who I do this for
Empowered by the Liquour
Poppin good cuz she thicker
I smoke good like a Rastaman
All around me, I'm on point like a octogon
I'm the optimum, I'mma be eating
Until my belly stick out as far
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
invented lower living?
The projects, thank God for Russell Simmons
Thank God for Sugarhill
I'm putting a different kind of
Steel up to my grill
Y'all know
you down (and you still ain't hit my line back) (love)
(Like Chris, what's up?)
You changed my whole outlook, good looking out
These hoes left
a youngin
Turn nothing into something
No heart, bitches know I'm thuggin
Spent a band on my drip, now it's over flooding (Over flooding)
Hurricane Chris, how
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
much of your goodness
Love so good I can’t explain
Trapped by you I can’t escape (No)
Is this what I worked for (No)
Hey I'm still counting on
Yet I
playing with words and trying to prove that names mean nothing.
A finger pointed at the moon
mistaken for something shining and true.
I never used to think
the door
Staying ground
Changing for the better
Never for the dough
I'm well rounded
Because I was always raised by good folks
They surrounded me with love
Snoop
I remember when me and Chris were in a group
Ain't nothing like the first time
remembering the memories
Ain't nothing like the first time
or how
plank
Get you higher than a Spike Lee joint
See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon
It ain't nothing but hard time bailing
Just
and millions of dollars for y'all, hahaha
And, uh, we've had some good memories
I love you, I appreciate you
My only regret is I ain't get to really fuck with
[Man:]
Ladies I'm gonna need you all to back away from the
door we are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies you are not listening I need you all
on the radio singing about cleaning his gun
And dreaming of galveston.
"what's this? " she said.
"it's hall & oates or nothing for me."
Of course, this was
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I'm
how wild it gets
When a girl at the party when she backin' it
Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
If I ask for some chips, then she
how wild it gets
When a girl at the party when she backin' it
Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
If I ask for some chips, then she
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