Lyrics:
let your bitch set thе play
Then she dyin' with you
Two-three set this money on the floor
I'm like I'm slidin' with you
Only ARP's in this whip
It ain't
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
I gave these niggas flows to run wit
Stayed on board they jumped ship
Ain't no assumptions
Consider me a goat you know my name
Niggas want my life I
seen
Now I'm colorblind, only see blue and the green
I started focusing on me and they feel like it's a disaster
Do good by my lonely, nigga go ghost
ready for this shit it might go downstream
Rotate the roster like a nigga playing my team
I say it's only you but I'm talkin Ashanti
And they sayin I'm
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
on the prize, one track mind
[Classified: talking over Chorus]
Ye-yeah, you got a
Haha, yeah
Yo, I got a little story for ya
[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, now
aunts, mummy, black woman significance
So fuck you and your ignorance
When I was young I had Ashanti on my wall
And there was pictures of my family in
, Jack!
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Woo woo
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack!
You reach
, Jack!
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Woo woo
Woo woo ch'boogie
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack!
You reach
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
hit
Nelly caught a rape case
Where Ashanti at
Nicki booty is fake
Lil Kim wannabe
Young buck the only G
Out of G-unit
Drake don't pen
His own raps
Sweating till I'm salty
Only coasting on Amalfi
Rented him a rarri
And he bumping that Ashanti
Money in the back
Pretty dollies in the front Seat
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
When I fall right off track (Right off track boy)
Then I get back to rap (And snap back boy)
(Come on, what you expect from me big boy, come on
It's me)
guess that's just the way I'll always be
So when I get that feelin' don't try to hold me back
I'd only leave you crying in that smoke along the track
bye, so long, I guess that's just the way
I'll always be
Now when I get this feelin'
Don't try to hold me back
I'll only leave you cryin'
In
Don't care what they say, cause I'm only judged by one
At the end of the day, whose opinions matter, none
A rapper, not for real, but I'm always tryna
live! Not only that but you've got a bumper package of serious songs.... live! Goodness!
Released the 23rd of September 1985, and they got to a chart
it out
Look how we go step by step
Look how we go track by track
Look how we go step by step
Look how we go track by track
Yeah, you know, it's been
a half a mile from the railroad track
You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant
This song is called "Alice's Restaurant
"It's about Alice,
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
A dead virus
Will not be changing host
Walk by the
Windows, that are calling you
But the wind only blows Outside
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
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