Lyrics:
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I'm about to tell em what's happening
I spit that
Come and get it if you want it type of lyric flow
That innovative independent mr intellectual flow
they say
Be careful what you wish for
I wanna ball out, like the 95 rap
Like we back in time
And these niggas buy albums
And I want that good credit,
the mac, Boogie Down where it's at
Fuck around, hear the sound of the gats
Want to clown, we react
Fuck that
Do you know what you do when you fool with
the digital self is
Going to mean because I think
That it's a bit like
By the time it arises, it will be normal, i
Feel like you look at like Westworld
And I just wanna be right by your side
On any night that you be cryin', baby
I'll dry your eyes, I'll dry your eyes
There is a God
It is a God
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
is that you could go further than the stars and the sky
But if you want to then you ought to know why
Are you running from something
With hopes
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
to the choice of the melody
You don't like it?
Fuck's that gotta do with me?
Fuck's this album to me?
Just a brick in my legacy
But a mountain for you to climb
So
She's alright
That girl's alright with me (mmm), yeah
This is the extended version
Ayo (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I can lick it, I can ride it while
if they gettin' pissed
Can't be mad about it 'cause my fans be lovin' this shit
So I'm glad that you fuckin' with me and trust me, it's not the end
We
lovin' baby now
And I went off in that far distant land
I wasn't there long before I got a telegram
(What did it say?)
Sayin' now man won't you please
She knows deep down that she's cold by design
Still asking myself if I'm wasting my time
Ok ok ok
Woah
Ok ok ok
Woah
On me
On me
I know you still
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
you can do
If you're smilin' softly holding hands and only pitchin' woo and
If you're comin' on too strong you'll find your date is through
Lovin' it
that I don't want you to hurt
You always complainin'
But I was makin' it worse
Besides all the games that I's kickin' at first
It's time
the place where I want to raise my kids
I don't know what everybody seems to think this is
It ain't a game, ther is no reign, they want America crushed
If you
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
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
if it's beef break me of a piece
I eat that beat that i'm back on the streets
I got a whole lot of bitches to see
And i don't fuck any dub niggas
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was
an empty tummy
Shorty say she want it in her tummy, you got a baby, don't want it, hunny
Homie told me go apply the pressure, do it with pleasure & by my
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
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