Lyrics:
who takin' off!
Throwin' money at my nigga
Younger sister really wishin' he was with us
But look who takin' off!
Band for you to keep, love I'm finna
your sleek fur and charming smile
You got us all hooked, goin
Chin sloth, rollin' in with a chin so fly
Sexy in the moonlight, we be groovin' all night
bitten by that sucka bug
I'm following you
What can I do
Now that I'm hooked
You've got me reeling through, oh oh
Use me up and take my pride
You can have
Deep up in the water and step out
Feeling like the boy, is Steph now
I hit the shot so easily
It's practice, my nigga, why you teasing me
Silk shirts
Said it's the radio smasha
Ask yo girl she'll tell ya
King Kendall
One two three let's go
She's no keeper She's a cheater
Caught her in the the act
you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
get some pussy for this.
Nate:
You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but I'll let you be
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Jimi open your and set it off the hinges.
So sick when you see sin your skin cringes.
You wanna radio edit
forget you when I'm home, yet when you're there I can't dismiss you
Peaking at me 'cross the hall
Like a radio call
I've got sitches for bitches like you
Sylvia was struck by lightning
While reading in bed one night
She'd left the window open
And the storm caught her by surprise
For days she lay
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
to fake like milk they shake
My cloth is the finest silk you can feel the grade
A bc powder for my haters
I’m a hell of a headache
Kid say he want to see
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
turned off the radio
He saw with his own eyes
The very same door handle they spoke of
Hooked to that radio dial
And the summer breeze blew in the window
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
Turned Barney's ancestors into carbon back pressure
In the dummies guide to becoming smarter crash testers
I'm not easily blarneyed by artisan crayon
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alehze
the taste of our goat cheese and milk
We shared our poverty, scared by reality, but our life lines were covered by silk
Until I lost a cow
The cattle were
Purchased the silk tie
This is words to live by, watch your words
Cause words trigger the trigger
Herbs get killed by
Shut up it's two shooters
Bet I can give
gone be okay
Confused by love so many times I been scarred up
Innocence tooken away I give you tough love
Lost my grandma I was gone worst feeling
in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,
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