Lyrics:
"stay away from my wife"
There was another preacher ran his church like a fortune five-hundred
Churches in other states? He had about five-hundred
But he
I'm a free man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm in to win
On the scene from the 41st
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better
No more games, I'ma change what you
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better
No more games, I'ma change what you
it laid out for us back then
Now your in my rear view mirror switching lanes like im a game to play
So shawty one time for the old days
Swing my way
it laid out for us back then
Now your in my rear view mirror switching lanes like i'm a game to play
So shawty one time for the old days
Swing my way
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
Shootin' dice, I done hit for ten thousand
I was in a gamblin' house
For three days straight
My mans came to look for me
Make sure I'm safe
I laughed so hard
below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
awakened from her crystal sleep.
And the earth was shaking, and the people prayed for their
souls to keep.
The light of day is flowing into her virgin
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better
No more games, I'ma change what you
one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear
of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used
name contradictin' 'em
Bodied plenty foes in my day
With the hate inside
Saiyans never knew my name, in the game
I was datamined
Father told me not
these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by
(that day)
My whole life changed (right there)
My whole life changed
Alright now, stop!
Ya'll don't quite understand the story I got
I once popped
Proper Dos
I was a fan because I knew
Behind Mexican Power he was the man
Heard secret sessions from Conejo
Well he was on the run
This mutha fuckers a nut
pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell
What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor?
What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina?
What if a black man was the one controlling Fema?
What if
just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave
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