Lyrics:
and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want none
But if you do, I'm gonna tell you this
(
to
What I give, how I live, who I'm close to
What makes you think those things you do?
What I say when I'm away, how I know you
How I look and how I
you say)
Antatapa weni weni weni wata
(Zaba Zibi Tete)
Antatapa weni weni weni wata
(Wi wi Wizard)
*Hook*
Don't judge the book by it's cover
They
Bruce: All you've got to do Nicko, is just go to the guy and say...
Steve: You didn't know, and he didn't know, alright?
Bruce: "Sorry about, sorry about
what we do best
Flock his projects, that's a home run, Day
The baseball is what we do best
Carpe diem, that's how you say seize the day in French
I stand
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
twice
A balance between god and bone
If hell is hot, then heaven's cold
Like a battle of blood, no side wins
Do the best you can just to avoid a life
Yo LandLord its ya boy COMP man
The Man with The Hand cuzz
I know you for spittin so you know what it is yo
I hear you got the motherfucking streets
Harlem, uh huh uh uh cold baloney
Mayonnaise and bread
If it wasn't for cold baloney by now
Don't y'all
Don't y'all know I would've been dead
I wanna take
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
our payments
Its fucking cold in here, the landlord's tryna make us vagrants
And Jacky our whiskey buddy hits him with an iron fist
The landlord goes
you'd be forgiven if you think you're dreaming
But we're working night and day to make a dream come true, yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh,
you'd be forgiven if you think you're dreaming
But we're working night and day to make a dream come true, yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh,
She tell me ''It's hurtin'''
And this music is more than just verses
I'm really on timin', I do it on purpose
Niggas talkin', but that shit is digital
Jesus is my homeboy
Dee Dee is my friend
Satan is my landlord
Superman's dead
I'll gonna call her up
Maybe she wants to hang out
She'll make
alright, there's no one you can satisfy everybody's gonna hate your guts if ya do this
It's alright, they're all just fucking dead inside
Everybody's gonna
started jockin' it
Don't put on for the scene, 'cause we not in it
I'm not tryna make a scene
But is it still a scene if it's not heard or seen?
Don't
Now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong
damn
I am so high I can't land now, so I'm basically sittin' by the man now
I'ma just do what I can now
For my existence, this girl is banned now
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
on a low note
Is it the end of the line
I really do hope so
Two years from now
Will the Earth be destroyed
It seems like it should be
So let the waves rise
make it here
Do our best to fit right in
Make it look like we've always been
I hope we make it here
Back in 1848
They didn't quite insulate
You might say
wanted dead or alive
How do you terrify a man that ain't scared to die?
So while I got a mic, I'ma air the lies that paralyze my people
I live by
resurrect the game and if i didnt i exhumed it
I aint say i was the best you niggas just assumed it
I know imma make it if i dont then imma lose it
Thats
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