Lyrics:
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
of boys the other day standing in the corner of a playground
Looking and laughin' at a magazine
And I overheard one of the boys said man is he ever cool
Look man there's a huge difference between a rapper and a singer
Rapper raps and a singer sings
And there's a huge difference between rap music
a white man's game its one that even I don't wanna win
Bite the hand that feeds you may you never eat again
Bite the hand that feeds you, feel
lowo
Now you know say man na singer o
Make me drop on the mic
Omo o'lomo
Omo o'lomo
Omo o'lomo
Omo o'lomo de de de o eh
Omo o'lomo
I drop on the mic
I
It was a lovely day
In our beautiful home
Surrounded by wonderful friends
We were on top of the world
We were in love with ourselves
On that lovely
through a 4K TV- staring at the screen, like
Girl we'd be onto a winner- all our teenage dreams- a rapper,
cnd a singer- together- in matching attire,
We
Missouri, Hometown
And I was committed to Parkview
Hope I never have to go there again
There's a man across the hall
Who sits starin' at the floor
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
over to a singer
Streets mean
Streets mean
Dirt got me looking cleaner
He be rappin he ain’t seen it
I can tell by his demeanor
I been getting
from man repentance, while
Others cry to exercise my third eye by hearing lullaby
Then I magnify inside, became intelligent and wise
Transform from
wearing rich guys cheating on they which wives
Man we living different lives
I'm looking for a good chick a little street but do it by the book chick
Who
Hey, did you see where, uh, singer and actress
Bette Midler dissed West Virginia
Really? Singer and actress
I don't even know who the fuck that is
ice, I'm a anemic
Tic-toc the dic* got your bitch screaming
Broke niggaz out here,
Man they sceaming
(ayo papa, I thought you was a singer papa?)
Papi,
a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak,
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
[Intro: Bizzy (Playalitical)]
What's goin on, what's up my nuh?
Ay Paul man, roll up some weed, why'knowmsayin?
We 'bout to rock this shit, with
came to me and said I had to race
(Ah) the finish line was a cliff
And man, your boy ain't no stiff
I get it crackin' baby (You know that)
So I pushed it
own songs all by myself, tied to
The legacy that I tried to
Derive from your artistry and drive through, right? Oooh
But I just wish you were here
A black man caught by the
Klan couldn't hang with this
These are proverbs, copy cat attackers, huh
I'm wanted dead 'cause I'm
A genocide to rappers
Battlin'
Young man gemini lots of sensitivity
Seeks the girl of his dreams sure that eternally
Far too long to wait for the perfect day
Far too long
from wrong
It's all its all, she deserves more
Red lipstick bo', French press col'
You know she queen bee by the way she wear her gold
Honey
[unknown singer]
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
{*car tires peeling out*}
in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I
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