Lyrics:
you tell me? You say you can but you don't know.
Can you tell me which flower's going to grow?
Can you tell me if it's going to be a daisy or a rose?
my liquor dark and a mean white slut
It's over for you, cappin' ass rapper, get out the game
You can fool the record labels but not the streets man
see yo face
And you can't tell me nothing
but a lie I can't something wrong or how to make mistake
that's all the devils ever come to say anyway
to ho-o-old
Getting used to this new life
All by myself just tryna survive
We all just wanna get away
And it’s cool yeah it’s cool, why can’t we stay
And all
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
nothing but drunks named Elvis and old money with new schemes designed to drag you down,
But there’s these promises—
I’m talkin’ promises.
—Invented by this
ghetto jiggy
Niggas where you from? New York City
The spot where we keep the whips pretty
Cops and these chicks act shitty, ay yo
Work wit me understand
there problems I'm dealin' with mine
I I I done gave up my narcotic, I'm a changed man!
[Verse 1: Rapper Big Pooh]
Yo, how many ways can I say I'm
C'mon, man, roll outta bed, please c'mon
Diss me say my name in a song
Oh, God give me a minute
Damn, son, you ballin' now, two hours
A hundred
It's really hard when you're saving up.
Mama ain't got shit but some little old cents and that ten Rand old, man it's scribbled up.
Ain't seen the bank
the MAC-10
We can hit the alley with iron and thumper
Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard
Niggas going no mas, when the bullets go in him
You
Ellington in the Uber ride
Ridin by my old high school
Now I school the high
Deeper than a scuba dive
Who am I? I I I I just believe
That actions define you
City-ah
What dey call me, BDP posse an' a
Jamal now can rewind stylee
Rewind circulate, never ever imitate
When me hold pon the microphone, say me
man
it's a whole bunch of it..
you know if Reagan finally gets the war he's lookin for
you think he's gonna be draftin' 21 year olds?
No man they're
Yeah.. two-thousand.. three!
(I want to play with you baby) Brand new
(Can you touch me? Won't you hold me?) K-double-O-L, Keith
(Can you talk
(PINKHEROIN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?)
I'ma catch a case man
I don't want to play man
Patience like a blade man
Make your vision fade man
Okay, what's
new (mh)
So basically, fuck all that spendin' on clothes and trickin' on hoes (fuck all of that)
Only buy shit that can be sold
'Cause you gon' need
on my mind
Man I thought my song WestSide was a long time
I been Feeling these emotions so I put em ina rhyme
I Might b outta pocket you can blame it ona
Finger in the air, if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes man ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh!
but I can't let it be
And uh actors act and uh talkers talk
Players play so I guess New Yorkers New York
That's the first thing you need to know about
Yeah, shit, shit, yeah, shit, bitch, this some young, rich, real shit
Man, I'm known for catching plays like I'm Edelman (shit)
If you got some
silent while we burned you
Emerald green how we urned you
Took turns to pray
Say they love the ahki cause he young in from the south
With the skin super
always pain
Never been the same, man I've never been the same
I got my life in my hands, feel like it's all gone to waste
I'd say, catch me if you can but
man, I don't even mind being that
They say money can buy happiness, but it also buys you crack (Woah)
Put yourself over yourself, that's that self love
.jpg/220px-Say_Say_Say_(album_cover_art).jpg "SAY SAY SAY")
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