Lyrics:
Tell P and JP, both a dem a joker
But me proud a ghetto mi come outta
Once I was a little child
Little things that make me smile
But quickly I became
Yo, you should've fucking seen me, nigga
I step through, I had the
Reagan era sweatsuit on with
The bucket and shit, nah'mean?!
The fucking Clarks
Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what.
C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated know what I'm sayin'?
That would explain my wild reputation, if it's made by two different guys
Chorus
to save your lives guys are winding up deceased
Cause (Cuz) you are what you eat, hear, watch and what you think
Went from lying over beats into lying
loved guys that loved my eyes
And guys that love more than my eyes
But both of them will lie
Both leave you high and dry
First love I don't speak about
to say it
Where'd everybody come from?
'Cause we both know it's true
Let's take it home, big guy
I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have
I wouldn't
time, big one
Don't have to say it
Where'd everybody come from
'Cause we both know it's true
Let's take it home, big guy
I wouldn't have nothin'
was the right thing to do
But after steppin' right between the girl was tellin' him to
"take a walk" as she said "little brother I'm fine"
But the guy
could've sang Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da together and taught their children songs by the Beatles
And I cant imagine that the guy that wrote Imagine would've been
the same building
And he would help me with things and I would see him and think "what a cute guy"
And he was a cute guy
And it was just little by little
the guys,
Five for the hoes
Four for the lows, three: bye no hope
Two: come and go, pick another dude
I'm done so know
It's fine by me
Confide in me
Don't
And hang with ya, when ya full of Patrone
And oh yeah, brang one of ya cute partnas along
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
I got the estate by
I earned
And I won't accept a substitute
So persistent with it, I'm a little bugaboo
Never let nobody pick or choose
When they loving you
Played
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that endanger my name
I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke
I'm known in
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know the little girl next door, Mama
I think her name is Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, mama
Oh I just killed
Johnny's room, Mama
Standing right by his bed
With my hands around his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Well,
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
hooray
Plus a little take my wife
I'm just a stand-up guy
With a knickitty knack for rhymes
And the biggest of appetites
So please forgive if I snatch
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