Lyrics:
I'm looking to be by a window
That looks out on the sea
Anybody here know
Where such a place is?
Surf of golden sunlight
Breaking over me
They said it was gonna get greater later
But now I can't help to think that it ain't
But a nigga was fed up with this life, thinking about running over
or die
(Do or die)
Unconditional love
(Unconditional love)
I don't know what to do
Girl, I'm head over heels in love with you
And I need to know
Uptown pimp
Who be havin a hard-on for this championship like Shawn Kemp
I got these women ballin, shrimp and crawfish by the Lake Front
Five
label us born to die
But I pistol slap you and two niggas like 3 Stooges
Walk over to the bar and sip on Gin and juice
It's just the gangster in me,
Josephine. How do you do?
Do you remember me baby like I remember you?
You used to laugh at me and holler 'Woo woo woo"
You used to live over yonder by
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
I
I flipped him over, and feeled what I might soon discover
Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother
[Chorus--Silkk x2]
They got me
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
never was, you see, that cheatin' kind
You feel all right, you never looked for me
So long, it's time, I've gotta get on by
Sad and free, sad and free
A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way.
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today.
But she never complains
D-Loc whispered to me, its another freak show
We dog it out like her last name was rover,
We hit the butt, got up 'cause it was over
And to you it
bling here
Been having a Benz, been having Vettes, been having a Rover
Gotta house by the lake, look here ask Joe Claire, see I told ya
Been having
ourselves in
Baptized in the waters of original sin
Give me an "l" for the loser that you'd swore I'd never be
An "o" as in over - just like you and me
and turn it over like a flapjack
Mo money mo money for black market
[Chorus] X 4
On the black market, yeeeaah
[Bad Boy]
Creepin move with swiftness
a hood rat
9-0, 2-2-0, that's the code
Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga, it's the gangsta mode
The story has been told by a thousand times
Town of the thug
Old age wisdom and the world grown bald
But you're still amazed by every little hair that falls
And I wonder if repetition makes one forget
'cause
will be theirs to defend by they don't even bother to make it start
Lies all around you is what you prove
Wasting away to nothing inside of you
All
or wrong
I'll live my life the way I feel
No matter what I'll keep it real you know
Time for me to do it on my own
Yeah yeah, mmm, yeah yeah
It's over
month against their will
A crescent hang over, half-irritated smirk
Full migraine cramps, and Maxi-pads don't work!
Have another round now
Complete
We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack
And while you breaking the buzz down, I'ma be hitting it from the back
Bend over baby, I got
by the hand
It circled back and left me where I stand
Where is my castle where is my destiny how much longer will I have to dream
Where is my
between them every night
They say Little Melvin got wild on bathtub gin
Cause it made him grow to almost twice his size
He'd try to take over and sass
want to say
"Not" because I'm so bored
That'd I'd be entertained even by a stupid fuckin
Linoleum floor, linoleum floor,
Your lyrics are dumb like
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