Lyrics:
the enemy from killing us
But I don't know
I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga"
Consequence
Once for the Tribe
Talkin' 'bout my man GLC and now he's around
Talkin' 'bout John Legend
Take 'em all the way to Heaven
Speakin' of Heaven
Common
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
bitch
Ya, this Young Khalifa man
Mr blow it by the iddo, yup
And I've been state to state man
From here to there
Smoke the best of the best, you know?
So
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
doomed
Ain't no comin back, livin in the dope game
Cause once you die, nigga you slangin rocks, then that's yo name
On the wall when they run up,
I got
mad at cha
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still
mad at cha
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still
the mic you ain't half as dope
I'm the coldest underground need a casket coat
I'm bout to snatch the whole game from you bastards
So I'll probably write my
just a kid...
He was hiding there in the darkness from day one, deep in the shadows...
Waiting for the perfect moment... the perfect opportunity...
Im a badman
When I step in the field man vanished
Remember the days they were calling me names
Well i think thats rubbish
But ye better trust me I'm
when masked it's an okay me
But, I am reminded, once in a while
I get to play me
For sure he was a black man, you know how I could tell
I stuck my hand
to the outpost
I go there by myself
I don't need nothing else.
When we stayed in our pajamas
Played music all day long
Wrote our first song
Now I've been called
take ya life with this shot gun
Another game over night
Ask my wisdom I gets up in them
Quickly make straight niggas
Turn strictly dickly
Got fucked by
that night
but man that pussy was good
but shorty's fuckin up my life.... c'mon, ma! gimme a break!
a few days later, i hit her up just to be real
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
and that's all it takes
You'd think that we was learnin' from other rappers mistakes
But we ain't
It's plain to go against, with every artist
Comes
He was sold to and raised by Net-no-kwa
For thirty more years he hunted the deer
And never thought once of his old bed
For the man who took him, made
way
But I respect his decision
He's got a lot on his mind
He's pretty good with the gavel
A little heavy on the fines
One day there was this minstrel
her sake (sing, prima donna, once more!)
Surely there'll be further scenes
Worse than this!
To see these demands are rejected (I must see these
rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades,
Times I was commitin' crimes, almost got caught by the police
Man I think about car accidents that never happened
I think about homeboys I speak to one
(What cause country bluesmen to claim
a man and a woman is a dangerous game)
Every schoolboy knows 1 plus 1 equals 2
and boys know less than girls do
Discuss these there once was a man from the pajama game by doris day Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In