Lyrics:
this the remix
We back on our bullshit been about 2 years
Thought that by now that I'd quit
But to those who doubted me
Call me trash like algae
Gotta
do we do
We got to give a little love, have a little hope
Make this world a little better
Try a little more, harder than before
Let's do what we
on the scene, man appointed rap king in effect
If you ever try to disrespect the Biz Markie
Disability checks you collect, but anyway!
I'm just bringin' you
you're here in old New York
You'll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk
All the city slickers love that southern drawl
So give 'em that "Honey
man Grand Puba
If suckers try to flex they'll get twisted like a tuba
Never cause trouble, that's not my style
Always on the move, stack papes by
I admit, I didn't know much
Much about love, the way it was supposed to be
I was born into a world so cold
How I could I forget (let's go)
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Some people cry, and some people try
Just to get by, for a piece of the pie
You love to eat and get high
We deceive when we lie, and we keepin'
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Some people cry, and some people try
Just to get by, for a piece of the pie
You love to eat and get high
We deceive when we lie, and we keepin'
lookin' broke
Need to be in double dutch, jumpin' rope
Y'all Northtown folks comin' down to Manhattan World
Serious soul food made by black girls
Cornbread
Let this opportunity pass (pass) by (by),
You should hold on
Let's (Let's)Try (Try)
We can work it out
If you let love(love) guide (guide)
combined
I hope that your parents don't mind
Pull up with a lamb by your house some time
Always have love for you under the weather
Maybe in the future we'll
let me work him wit that
Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
lie I feel lonely inside
I feel stuck without you by my side
But with you I'm not so sure that it would feel right
At all
I don't know what's wrong with
Three Dog Night?!!
Yeah...
Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for
young you try to take it
I put one in your cabbage So you done in the casket
I spit for them niggas who have it they getting digits
Cause they stay
got to get this guap
Yeah Ima die rich
Ou ou ou fuck this lets high bitch Mm mm mmm let's go start a riot
Yeah yeah yeah let's go start a riot
Fell
to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my
shining star, so let me take you far
You're looking so good, take you out the hood
You're my rum cake, I just love your taste
You're my cocoa bread, I'm
Try a little love, Try a little fun, Try a little passion, Try to let go for a second, Just try... Just try
Try a little love, Try a little fun, Try
act lame I hate
It that lack range of data
We could never be the same
We don’t let you take no shots if we
Know you don’t got the range homie
That’s how
past and
Thinking back on trips on Manhattan
Dad was rolling hotels like the plaza
Black bellhops holding
Rich people bags, tip their hats to old men
(There is no greater love)
'Cause on the real y'all there is no greater love
People try all the time trying to break us up
We keep it high up in
everybody
Dont try
To get by
Oh
Baby
I just
Cant
Help it
You so
Mmmm
And
Im like
Mmmm
So if the
Chemistry
Right
Then
The
Feelings
Right
Ok
Lets go
I get by I
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