Lyrics:
When I am an old man
Lived out my hopes and dreams
Seen everything I ever wanted to see
I'll retire to O'Kelly's
Call up my drinking friends
With
a month it was me pay
With a pocket full of tin I was very soon took in
By a girl with the name of Maggie May
Oh Maggie, Maggie May they have taken you
don't know her.
My mom's really, sitting at home. I'm trying. I'm trying really hard to be her friend because I'm easily agitated by her. We're watching
Sunsets in cali
By the way she looking at me
She must that girl from the valley
She came up to me and she grabbed me she told me
That i was too late
on wounded pastimes
Marty McFly with a baseball bat I'm cracking up the timeline
There's a fine line between pride and fantasy
It's the life you lead and me
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
on the next
corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
Tryin to set me up like Jim Kelly, MUY, MUY
Before I hit somebody they say, "We ain't do
on dubs
(Down here) we keep a chicken head up in the club
(Down here) my thugs they get nothing but love
(Down here) we off the chain like you thought we
This ain't beef, man
I don't know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
What up, X?
Just hit 'em
I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm
badada, bada)
I'm gonna pop some tags only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, walk
hand, but for what?
Like Jim Kelly said, "You try to set me up?" Shit...
I'm too slick for your lies in disguise
When will you devils open your eyes
help but think manajatwa
So where you from we represent Crenshaw
Where they bang by law, slip your jack in your car
Oh, and I'm Kelly and her name
The fans takin pictures of me
Can't keep these bitches off me
Police up and down the street
But I'm still spliffin homie
Breeze keep a glicker on em
fit
Now this is a smash hit
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
In H-Town we do it up
Chop
multiple swords in the faith I believe
I think about Robert Kelly
If he weren't molested, I wonder if life'll fail him
I wonder if Oprah found closure
Me with no Timbaland is like Puff with no Ma$e
Wait, hold up, wait a minute, what you say?
Back it up, give me space, who that? Nicole Wray
By
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your
young enough, go be R. Kelly's misses
Then open up your mouth so he can take his pisses
It'll match the lies that you be really shittin'
Oops i meant
Boy, you remind me, remind me of by Gucci Shoes
Every time you walk past, all the girls be looking at you
You got style just like a Bentley Coupe
And I
I'm fucking Matt Damon
On the bed, on the floor
On a towel by the door
In the tub, in the car
Up against the mini-bar
I'm fucking Matt Damon
She's
Real hitman shoot in a tie
My chopper R Kelly believe he can fly
I let the rouger up like 4th of July
I’m taking royal pain, this ain’t Sky High
I
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