Lyrics:
(walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
You won't put
CHORUS
I”m just sitting watching TV
Who's that looking through my window
Now they knocking at my door
I'm not who you're looking for
VERSE 1 (Trek
as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
pushed
You just a rapper boy, you just spit hooks
You don't know how a brick look, word up
(Get your shit rocked with this fifth
Pussy nigga)
Dirty
down, you broke (ah)
It's Randy Savage on coke, ayo, ayo
I might drop a lil' drugs just to get a lil' buzz
Growin' up, I had to struggle, know what
just tellin' you lies
It ain't really what it seem
Just some mothafuckin' terrified human beings behind a computer screen
We got a lot of rats switchin'
Ok, ok (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this)
Jim Jones nigga
(you know) , Capo Status (COOFIE SMACKA)
Aka Jim Caso (lovely
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
multiple personalities so be afraid
The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the cool-Aid
You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like
and test you
It's no biggie on our checklist
Now ladies, whip your dick out, whip, whip your dick out
Don't ask how, just fuckin' figure it out
Now make your
let's work
Hey – we're gonna dance tonight, okay?
We're all shining bright, let the music take you away
Don't ask questions, just do everything we
at your door
I ain't tryna preach, I know you heard about this before
More money, more problems and that's how it just go
Jones, look, more money brings
O, who said that shit?
Very reliable source
Man look
Hey, Just be happy for your man
O, Damn Why you hatin'
Why don't you go get you one?
you do it
Not just a dreamer, set the goal and now we working to it
They ain't real if they playing you for their amusement
Didn't make the honor roll
Everything just feels so damn dope
That's me keeping it real in the studio
Thinking about shooting a video
Days of the CDs,yo
Nights of the DVD shows
A pity
homie guess what
The billionaires are finished all the workers next up
Howard Schultz Jeff Bezos pull up we just wanna talk
Do you hear your employees
old
Just look at the places you hang
Just look at the crowd that you inthem noses and tities are fake
All of they money on purses ain’t none tat shit in
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
Yo, what it is? What it do? What's goodie?
You are now tuned in to the sounds of
A Tribe Called De La Peas
L.A. New York collabo
Y'all know what
scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya
You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia
What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya
Look
stop now, no, we can't afford, no
War is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing eachother
I was very young and very
trust you? (yea)
That's my lady
[Chorus]
Now what am I gonna do
What am I gonna say
Been in this position before
Put my man up on game
Said I
trust you? (yea)
That's my lady
[Chorus]
Now what am I gonna do
What am I gonna say
Been in this position before
Put my man up on game
Said I
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
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