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in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
a next time)
Words to live by,
We're all doing just fine...
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
around.
I've got so much to do,
Gotta pick things up, gotta see things through.
My how the time does fly, gotta wave hello to a passerby.
All I do
her like Hollywood to Stacey Dash
A lot of guys out slanging for a belt buckle like Pootie Tang
Wada-Tah! My name
5'9" the illest MC of all time
up in the midnight and we play the Ping-Pong
00:26.95Private jet take me to dat private party in Hong Kong
00:30.37Young Ladies they all around me yeah
Oh oh, hey, yeah[00:12.71]You see my language of love is quality time (yeah)[00:18.59]And my favorite song is by Sadé Is it a Crime[00:22.92]You take
a mistake[01:11.98]The panic sets in[01:13.57]I can feel the tension risin'[01:15.49]I grab you by the hand[01:17.13]Don't look now, but time is frozen[01:19.05]My eyes
so below me[00:55.57]Always say they bout it, find away around it[00:59.08]How the fuck you say that & do that, that's astounding[01:02.57]Can not fix
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
time and she'd been such a fool
As it happen I'd forgive her as I'm less a saint than sinner but
She knew next time I wouldn't be cool
I guess some
it, I’m on my way up to the top sitting right with the best
You know I’m next, say less say less, not stressed not pressed
Dripping all the time, mighty
, there won't be no next time
Fool me one time, there won't be a next time
One time, there won't be no next time
Fool me one time, there won't be no next
I'm tired of being alone, all by myself
I went into my soul, and time slowed down
When I was so low, no one came around
Did you miss my sound?
Did
right next to you, you
I don't wanna kiss you yet
I just wanna feel you
Feel you
I want you around (around)
Around
I want you around (around
WHAT'S NEXT?
Every time I talk about the things that the
people know
They don't want to really listen
They want to say "Hi" and go
They don't
and still he strives to stay alive
Feelin’ paranoia
Too much pride to stay inside
Ain’t no time to wait around
Find the safest place to hide
Drop a chopper,
gangsta!
Jah da 5'9 speak and shake rhyme great history made
The street gangsta city flow race against time
Never sign for cash my hustles the shit
You
everything I can be
Give you whiplash when you turn around and see
me rise to
Next level me
What I embody
You can achieve
You can do it too
If you believe
I said, wait for me, you said, oh baby
I don't know where we gonna go this next time around
I'll be hoping, but I don't want to say it
I don't know
perfect[00:24.49]Bad little bitch she really be curving[00:26.52]She a foreign, she ain't no American[00:28.74]And I drive around town in that mother f**king
you're rich and the next you're broke
And time, never takes its time girl
It only sticks around when you want it to go
Yeah time, never has the time girl
around this
He barely has time to process it
Before he notices the plethora of other engravings
An eye is shown, surrounded by strange lines
As well
the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society
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