Lyrics:
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I
[cover song of "I Got 5 On It" by Luniz]
[Intro]
Haha, re-re-remix, bitch!
(Throw me that fire!)
We creepin' in, too, baby!
(We got 5
Into Heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for
And your
Into Heaven anymore
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for
And your
living cooking speed
Says a man can always get by
Who can cook it up nice and clean
So I stuck around for a couple years
'Til he was busted in '89
was a trip to the seaside
I'll never settle, I'm a rebel, fuck the heartache
That's why I was out here dotting pebbles up in Margate
Little Duki was
school stuff stopped (khalas)
Now man's gettin' a little bit older
The yutes got a problem with the P
But I used to chill with and them man, it's only
can see just by the smell
Like a ship from Little Sicily, my niggas got the shells
Give 'em hell, make a trigger start singing off like Adele
Hot
gives to someone else
Still before I hurt the little girl I would rather hurt myself
Does it make me a good man?
Am I a good man?
Am I a fool. m'I a fool?
what it is bro!
Man is over here right now, Highpoint!
Wit da gang, wit da whole gang! ya know?
Yea? Frefree my whole gang!
Yea!?
Yea, come on bro you
Damaged oddity bought by Sotheby's
Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy
You can't even spell but you're an "expert" in
That's always a popular phrase
It suits the laws written
By dear Mother Man,
Those heavy hands.
What man creates man will surely destroy
The rule
a popular phrase
It suits the laws written
By dear Mother Man,
Those heavy hands.
What man creates man will surely destroy
The rule of thumb
In the mouths
that all in your shit
They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except One
She ain't feelin' the crew
Plus she got a man she don't like niggas
own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss
I lost my innocence
Over intolerance
All the indignities
Heaped on the black man
We went to church
They all prayed for the white man
The cops
And your little ass car's full of fender Benz
There you go on the stand with your hand up (lyin')
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
We should do
could do
Find a man with lots of luck never trust one who smiles too much
Mamma always used to say to her
So out she went like a little girl with her
me up the hill.
There's no, no looking back for us, we got love sure 'nough, that's enough.
You're all, you're all I need to get by.
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When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
me up the hill.
There's no, no looking back for us, we got love sure 'nough, that's enough.
You're all, you're all I need to get by.
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Maximize; but you can take your bottom line and shove it
Gotta get away (gotta get away)
Gotta get away, but I need a little help tonight
What 'ya gonna
And find myself again
Oh I been away too long
Somebody take me home
I wanna waste a day with my little man throwing me that old football
Soend sometime with
I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck, duck, goose, I'm letting loose
With the 30-ought freestyle labeled hostile by my
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