Lyrics:
When I'm all alone or in a crowd
In a quiet place or where music's loud
If I'm on the road, or in the other room
That's how you know, I'm thinkin'
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',
I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',
Way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love,
So many people don't understand
What it's like to be like me
But I'm not different from anyone else
I'm glad I found you
It's not that we got
Gonna find her
Gonna find her
Well searching
Yeah, I'm gonna searching
Searching every which a-way, yeah yeah
Oh Lord I got searching
My good
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm a-talking to you, so, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out
I just want a Picasso, in my casa
No, my castle
I'm a hassa, no I'm a asshole
I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko, no I
Already got one, rolled up in my left hand
Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband
Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands
This shit I'm
my girls turnt up, cups poured up
All the boys wanna touch, they can't get enough, this is love
Think I'm in love
Turn up, don't turn me down, just
Drive a Chevy 'cause he drove Chevys,
Like him I'm a baseball fan
I'm going back to see him
While he still knows
Who I am
Mama says he can't
be town down dropping in the scraper
I've been around my world doing shows and getting paper
Need my medicine, again, again
I'm with 2 chainz with two
'cause I'm gonna ball
If I can't fuck with you for real I can't fuck with you at all
That means y'all, but when you get caught up don't even call
Let's go!
Make no excuses now
I'm talking here and now
I'm here and now
Let's go!
Your time is running out
I'm talking here and now
I'm
nigga
So beat the shit out of that pussy ass nigga
So beat the shit out of that pussy ass nigga
I'm a knuckle throwin' knucklehead
What that
everything's the same
Starting keeping secrets
Got my heart in pieces
I'mma 'bout to pick myself up, and go
You gon' wake up in the morn
And find out that I'm
Well I'm goin' to California where they sleep out every night yeah
I'm goin' to California where they sleep out every night
I'm leaving you mama
on Meek, I'm on my Pac shit
Y'all rap niggas on some pop shit
I've been ducking paparazzi with a pop bitch
Glock .30 in the cockpit
Sipping dirty,
Get it while you can, man
And stop hating me, fucking with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
[Dr. Dre]
I'm seeing
I live my life like a runaway
I hide my dreams in a special place
I'm waiting here for my prince to come
To save me from the darkness
I count
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
You know I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, and I rules my den
You know I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, and I rules my den
I don't want you hangin'
You ain't gotta answer none of my calls
I'm believing you'll pick up one day
I don't wanna add to your pain at all
I'm praying that time makes
nigga, hustlin', tryna get mines
Movin' with the 9 double M
Niggas like "You don't really wanna fuck with him"
Yeah, young teenager, 'fatuated with
supposed to
'Cause we're gonna win
Consider this the theme song for victory
The shit you say to yourself when you make history
I'm trying to make it feel
to wrap myself around you like a winter skin
You know I'm onto your scent
We're near the end of the chase
Take a look out your window and I'll be there
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