Lyrics:
but your hair is only fuzz
But I'm not bein hated by much playahs all becuz..
[Chorus] X2
[Verse 3] Slick
Ok here we go verse three this is the one
Joey, baby - don't get crazy
Detours, fences...I get defensive
I know you've heard it all before
So I don't say it anymore
I just stand by and let
in a card game at Jolon
I played there with an outlaw named Juan
And after I'd taken his money
I staked all against his daughter Dawn
I picked up
that one was her favorite store ever. She promised she would take me back there when I had money. We left and continued down the street when we first
The sun is shining brightly
There are no clouds in the sky
People talking outside
An' the traffic going by
The aeroplanes fly
Home is where I'm
Esteban sinkin' into the heart of the barrio
He ain't got no money all he got are the clothes that are on his back
Two cigarettes left can't afford
When I sit back
And close ma eyes
When I got you sitting by side
When I feel that sexy body
Rubbing up all over mine.
That is when I know
I
mean more
Than your believe in me
Sometimes when I feel
I'm being criticized
I can always find
Compassion in your eyes
I could have all the money
Wheel spin
You got no money, you got no home
Spinning Wheel all alone
Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you
You never learn
Ride a painted pony
Let
the sickest fool up in the city
Got the bitches
Got the money
It's my world of milk and honey
Now who be bad enough, come step and catch a hot one
I got one for
Voices in the shadows, whispers in the night
Telling him that vengeance will make everything all right
Tortured as a child, condemned by all his
life we live
Now growin' up everybody's got dreams to blow ,
Billboard plaques - platinum and gold ,
Tours - Big Money - all access pass ,
rides
Money bought you a little paradise
All created by perfect little lies
But I'm tired of waiting in the wings
I want to sing: la la la...
I've
Disappearing down the top hat corridors
Art and illusion
The magic show won't let you go
Magicians rehearse
Their sleights of hand
They slip money bags up
to make money by selling the drugs
pimpin these women fill it up with slugs uh!
never be caught slipping and doging away from these cops
knowing the back
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
bombed here at the Dresden
Betty's bending over She knows she's bad She'll make the money 'cause they like her ass She sends 'em cocktails on intuition
No money anyone, but now you´ve got the gun
Stick up on 2nd street, I heard your running feet
Lay down, get a seat, and beg them for mercy
They
the venom I spit make me shake
Look at the cakes I baked
Weed in my brain got me baptized
Unless you talkin' bout money, you ain't sayin' shit rap wise
I'm so
in a card game at Jolon
I played there with an outlaw named Juan
And after I'd taken his money
I staked all against his daughter Dawn
I picked up
the quicksand, hair wrapped like arabs from Iran
We crash clubs, black blood, shed for money love
Backstabber's hugs, little kids follow thugs sellin drugs
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
and the rich man makes the money
[CHORUS]
We travel all over this country wide
playing music by the hour
Always
A flick of the wrist and a smile
And in the morning so early
Deep conversations are spoken
In tongues by sunlight
Tonight, you can dream you're a star
You
playa fuck the price
Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice
Been around the world cop the same thing twice
Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass
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