Lyrics:
Christopher Columbus, you don't know what you've found.
You know, it may not be that bad,
it's part and parcel of this brave new game
The more you try to find
There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you
We young strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you
Stepped in the door, waving the .44
too far
Just give your hands to me
And I know you’ve been waiting a long time to see
A mansion created by our own latest fashion, time will come
But
her be your girl
You shouldn't really be her slime
Better be more careful
She is dangerous, make you smile
I know it's been a while
But love don't work,
go, gotta go
And where I'm going only Saint Christopher knows
On my way, on my way
If you listen to my heart, you can hear the highway
I need to ride,
Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
Said you know I been laying here, watching that sun come up
And I believe this is the first time I've seen the sun come up
I show trust, it still ends the same
Instead of friends
You got friends fronting only
Out for your fame they tryna cross the line
They tryna cross
the show then I know you felt the energy
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) [Repeat: x8]
Just to let y'all know, everything is all
think, I, I understand
You want me to try and forget you
Well, I'll do, baby, I'll do the best I can
You know it hurts you when you're in love with
think, I, I understand
You want me to try and forget you
Well, I'll do, baby, I'll do the best I can
You know it hurts you when you're in love with
taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere
You’ll hafta excuse I’m a little off
So please pardon took a break from smoking the weed
My mind is racing like I’m Christopher reeve
I’m levitating
cross the road when walking
A wise man once said why is you still talking
I know we ain't got nothing in common
You nervous then vomit
I'm playin with ya
thought that was me
Oh, no, no, no, no
Go wash your ass, baby
I know you can't smell that good, you can't hear that good Your cross-eyed, your
're trash that's nothing new (woo)
It's facts I'm in my bag you know I'm on a level
That y'all can't obtain, YV running this wave
Aye, been waiting so long,
they'll know our names, I need a friend to drive here
Wear my necklace of St. Christopher and talk to him while I go inside
I'll take that suitcase, get
asap
Take your fists to his bones
Show Biggie who's smallest you're Christopher Wallace
Yeah I picture 'em all as plastic and foam
Lays flat, where
first I really got to leave the past behind me
It ain't fair
I'm well aware, I also want to make the bad things disappear
I see you passing by
I see you
to Christina
'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz
It'd be Jennifer Lopez, and Puffy, you know this
I'm sorry Puff, but I don't give a fuck if
heart
And if by chance you're not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone
I gotta cross my fingers and pray you'll know
To dial my heart
the words to come from your lips
You know it well so you
Don't hesitate to let yourself
Be carried away by intense arousal
And tell me plainly
-Stick it up
forget, Bolo, Footloose
You know, the incomparable DJ G.I
Kim Lumpkin, Bizzy, Spores (you heard)
Marcus, Mr. Mark Pitts, L.A. Reid
Drew, Tyvee, Success,
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
[B.G.] (talking)
Wassup, Uh Huh
This one here for my lil' queen
And my lil' king, ya heard me
Lil' Christopher and lil' Christiane, ya know
Look man
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