Lyrics:
much shit that's on my mind, Work for hours to get by
Then go home and drink some wine
Let's get fucked up, let's get high
Go loose on Friday night,
McN LISTEN
cll lyrics written and performed by Suntonio Bandanaz
cll music produced by Yonnas cbraham (ParkHill Short Bus)
Recorded at Washington
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
but I do not find
I think I'm less of a man but every man shall cry
You and I, everyone of us give up some time
I'm, susceptible to self-destruction
Can
be of importance to me
But when you're running for the office of the top MP
The are certain qualities we'd hope to see
But your falling short by
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
(Strikez In The Mix)
You ready for another spoiler?
(Kazza)
I've always been a man of bold predictions
And I'm predicting that this guy right
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Yeah I got things wrong
No it didn't go right
To cover up my sins I smoke
And i mix liquor with sprite
Now its feelings all long
Even putting words
kickin'
'Cause I'm ha-a-ard! Hard like a criminal
Lock like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell
Don't arrest me like uno (uh)
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Roll by myself that's one man
If it's men in black, see two man (uh)
Stuck at work like free man
Teeth
Station Wagon, blue Phantoms
Smokin the block up, y'all witness the zoo gamblers
We ain't taking no shorts, its just the early 80's
That made me, now I
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
gorilla, shit been got realer
On the block, count it up, drug dealer
We been about money, applying pressure now
Soon as the beat drop, they feel us, trend
the Nubian's (wake us up) the black man
No sugar sweet snacks for the sour sap
To see home, why should I have to check the maps?
The haps, is negative I
against me
Cause I pose as a threat
But that dont alarm me
I know none of you niggas
Gone harm me
I be wit my bruhs
By myself im
A one-man army
Slow money
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
dream't but don't see
While we just breath
Follow your deen
Don't be a machine
Follow your path
The road less taken don't be mistaken
By status and money
Lost couple friends this year but They got replaced by money
Fuck having fake energy around Me
Rather have nobody
I can tell you don't love yourself
pardon my manners
But you've done nothing that matters
Maybe I am not understanding your standards
See we measured in the money that you made, short
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
That boy got lined by a bitch
The same one saying he rides with a stick, huh
Gotta tighten up a bit
Man, it's still war, you can't get out the mix, huh
apologise with roses
Before us and money, fame they really didn't know us
Anyway you're in the way, I catch a soul
Never felt this way go and text a hoe
Discuss these money man short us mix by jojo Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In