Lyrics:
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
the ground
Reach up, swing from a cloud with three thousand people around
Evil and vile enough to leap in the crowd
And heave a child in a sinkhole on Cinco
from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where my niggas is at?
Where
Call my line askin if I’m moving funny told her come and let me show her yea
Than it’s right back girl
Acting like it’s me but Ik you like that girl
Yea
I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
That shit is takin' me back
Word 'em up, word 'em up
Ayo, how many people ready for this
tenure as music director
Fo the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1923-49
(9) Annie's cousin Fanny was a sweetie of
Mine: Is a song by Glenn
Miller
This what I do and decease 'em
They better flee from killers, no weak ones
Attitude 'cause I never got a threesome
By the power of my dead niggas
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
haven't changed
Girl I need that from you
You left me hanging like a chain
Girl I needed that from you
It's funny how life change
And people change
on my grind (Yeah)
The niggas that's doubting I'm just driving by (Bitch)
You'll see your girl with her titty that I signed (Ha)
Bitch I'm a star just
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people
here's a thought
What is money, where does it come from
No, not your goal, or your monthly income
It's funny, the majority only knows they want to get some
dummy
She wasn’t for me
I need a Queen from Atlantis
Who not from Atlanta
The hook up
Is tight like kareeem
Basically I don’t like
When girls are Basic
and James Ellis
I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow
First name was Terry, last name Romanello
My records started sellin then P withdrew
From
on the credit
I never been the type of guy to brag
Every time I tried I got sat flat on my ass
Not by people but by trauma from my past
People hate my ego, but
tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
It's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
But when I was broke and sleeping
actual collection,
I've got records that were never meant to be,
records lent to me by men from other dimensions,
records with breaks so funky you'd
goods
Without even taxin'
Cause she just been used, abused by the men in her life
At this point she cant even pass it
Its funny how people will try
looking for nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly
Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to The House of Blues,
A lesson taught, I know you thought my dirty raps were kinda funny
But close minded people thought I was only out to make money
But check on back 'cause
And I can't help it
If I'm a Fulham girl
By my heart and by my wallet
And I can't help it
If I'm owed the world
In jewelry and gems because I love it
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
.jpg/300px-Andre_Kostelanetz_(1963).jpg "André Kostelanetz")
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