Lyrics:
ninety-nine cereals, I ate every one
That story is over - "but my rhyme ain't done!"
[Cage]
I met this kid named Bob Skarm(?), he had a farm
His pops got shot
style
Just the sun in my face and picture of my love by my side
Pops said there's a thug by yuh side
Just make sure that yuh love by my side
Ohh I could
long enough
But you'd never choose first
Came on my cloud nine now I'm leaving in a
But you fly like a dove
You and I is it love
Me and my doggy love
days
When Tech N9ne called and he asked for may day
Ubi, Dax and Kaliko all came
Now the whole damn club is fucking or engaged
Tour of duty so unruly
Feels good to be alive, don't it?
I'd rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer
Put that on my
I met this girl named Cinderella she was hotter than ever
I love her style and her figure that perfect smile makes it better
Darling if I was yo man
you more
But you'll want the same things
His perfect version of Saturday night
Will be home on the couch
And in bed by nine
When he tells you
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's only when the high winds blow that I wish my hair was long
Sailing through the autumn leaves singing an ancient
to my room
Let's go to chapter sixty nine and make a happy ending story time
Hey what's that look
We're still talking bout books
Don't you get it by now
Right down Cherry Ave by the cleaners, she got her cherry popped
The cherry colored Honda was the getaway
But hell could wait
Y'all niggas cap like
of healing, love God, is still responsible when you feel the buzz
They still can't see that I'm so fly, on cloud nine, getting comfortable with two dimes
Cash
don't got no wife
That's okay, I learn how to do everything all by myself
Long story short I got some of the roast beef, mmmm, so good
So I went
But don't they love it, you know me
Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me
Like engine, engine, number nine
Homies run a train, standing in line
Yo for truly, we representing for the love of this (this is a love story)
Yeah, This one is dedicated to all my niggaz in central New Jerusalem
All
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
could you tell me?
Fully loaded MAC-11 when this pressure get applied
Got a brand new Glock 9 and I keep it by my side
You took the side of that lil'
Jump on it, ride on it, the usna is iconic
Girl, you drink too much, you're an alcoholic
I love usna so much, I'm a usna-holic
If I press up on it,
buns, no more row row your boat, playing the
Dip by Freak Nasty with a few simple notes. Kilo A-
Li’s nasty dancer just for show in the class. This love
With you I hear the story told by love
You never leave a diamond in the rough
There's better seasons rising like the sun
'Cause morning always comes
a sister to do
When life's turning to screw
Love of the loot
Got her trading her soul for some shoes
She wanna be cool so she live by ridiculous rules
I woke up reminiscing, thinking about my past
thanking God for His love, and all that He has done
and all His many blessings, and all His many
and love and vice
All woven in the story of my life
Cloud nine and highs and lows valley floors and rocky shoals
What doesn't kill you makes you strong
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