Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
me by the tail, tail, tail
I'm not going to tell you my story
But it's too long to say because my name is Wayde
She wouldn't stop man. My story's too
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
Halleluyah...
Your word is yea and amen
I'm not moved by what I see
But only by your word
I'm not moved by what I hear
Unless it is your word
I'm
No Ceilings 3
I'm on your block with money on top
Black Lives Matter, what's up with these cops?
I'm spittin' this fire, I do not aspire
Just
saying
Like it's not
It's not nothing
It's nothing else to it
I'm His son Bro
Like I'm His son
I'm made in His image Bro
You dig like
So how, how can I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
lunch
So I'm not super hungry"
I said, well you know, baby, I'm not starvin' either
But I could eat"
She said "So whadya have in mind?"
I said I don't
see...
Im me.. not you.. I'm just something that you can't be..
I'm all by myself and don't need no help my nigga I'm camp free..
{HOOK}
Niggas don't
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee three by three
Three by the Hebrew children
Two
the Lite Brite I had when I was three
If only I could dream or achieve the ones I have when I'm awake and not just when I fall asleep
Seems like counting
can?t I think about it? I?m an officer, too.
KWIRK
You?ve got enough to think about, you?ve got a whole dashboard to take care of.
SMOCK
Captain,
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
I'm not okay
No I'm really not okay
Did you hear me say
I'm not okay
Is it okay
That I'm really not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
No
I'm not okay
No I'm really not okay
Did you hear me say
I'm not okay
Is it okay
That I'm really not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
No
of the law
Astonishment I'm subject unto him, I'm flawed
who, Jesus, I'm liable of punishment by, Jesus, Ahh naw
Yes sir, what repent, I can't let'em off
Not
the painting i'm not trying
To regurgitate myself i'm a
Product person: not just clothing, but
Water bottle design, architecture
Anything you could think about!
Can you soothe my sadness
Embalm me in protective goodness
It's all at stake like a Slayer
And I'm a player
So if it's on I'll see you later
3, 2, 1
Don't you know I got kis by the three
When I chirp, shawty chirp back
Louie knapsack where I'm holding all the work at
What you know about that? What
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
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