Lyrics:
a little 'bout it
I know a little 'bout love
Baby I can guess the rest
Play me a little, oh yeah
Yeah
Well if you want me to be your only man
Said listen up
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
The Light!
See, I'm Dared To DIE, By My Courage Can Live Longer!
Explanation's Is REcL, My Life Is Really Worth Oscar's
(RED-EYES) You Can See Hooks Through c
to go back
To the way it was before
You're always on my mind
And if I make it out alive
I'm gonna talk a little less and listen more
The policeman
better listen up quick
You know I'm bout to get you gone dog know I'm coming sit
You said you're bout to move it up you said you're grooving
You know you
a advice
Ain't got me tripping shit my level on the rise
All this living life got me brand new
Why you acting different dog shit you brand new
Getting used
only man
Said listen up mama, teach you all I can
Do right baby, by your man
Don't worry mama, teach you all I can
Say I know a little
Lord I do
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
You're on TMZ
Stalking you
Just waiting by a front door
Trailing you through
Airport security
They were TMZ
They were TMZ
We caught this Oscar nominee
shine on the same dog every day
And I'm due a little sunshine it's been a long long time
And the sun don't shine on the same dog every day
I've had my
too hard, not religious
Shit I stress too hard, not a mission
Shit I need break-pads, run the vision
Shit shawty better hush, gotta listen
Shawty
When the summer due
What you gonna do? I know
How I'll humble you
I ain't gonna rumble you
I'll put a gun to you
Look dog, I'm small, kinda slinky
Thats
me by
I don't believe in fairies but now I have to try
But nobody listens to my plaintiff monologue
I had a dog he's lost in a fog
Me and the dog are
wagon
Step out, jeans sagging, crew laughing
Getting blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nothing but the dog in me needing to be released
This
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
the quicksand
Flag out my ass, no quick brand
I was packing on the pounds, got my weight up
Had beef in the streets, had to stay up
Betty Crocker showed me
that I'm gone
I see my dog in my dreams Ian feeling alone
Oscar Robertson thirteen plus one in this clip
Don't say you feel me just cause you be bumping
Looking at the book you handle
Here's a little thing I know about it if you want to dabble in reanimation of the dead
I put them into battle
That'll be
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
Come get it
Or pipe down
Feeling
Brand new
Drive by
I Pass you
You're too slow
My whip
Got no breaks
I'm that dude
I dont stop
Make this clear
Til I'm
to show that hoe a brand new road
But she doesn't listen she does it for the clout
Likes to be liked with likes on a app
Guess it's true though a follow for
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
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