Lyrics:
To all my strippers around the world (turn this one up y'all)
This yo Kutty buddy (y'all know what time it is)
Bought to you a part by Black Gold
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
Desperate nerds in high offices all over
The world have been known
To enact the most disgusting pieces of
Legislation in order to win
Votes (or, in
you in this whole world
Do you live for me too?
All you can do is stand by me and I will stand by you
And it may be a long ol' time
Honey, all my life,
over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
It feels so heavy sometimes to hold the weight of the world
Like my heart is breaking
I know it's all in my mind but I get stuck in a circle
And my
(ah)
She don't want fame
That's a passing ghost
Watch your life pass-by
Grab a ticket to the show
Hands in the sky
Why you feeling so low like
You're all
Wall street don't run out by my house
I don't put much stock in their gain
Just 3 things in this world concern me
I love her, she hates me, and I
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was
and countin', ya understand that?
By the time you hear this, I'll prolly be halfway home
Now remember that, suckas!
and they give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home
as this world unfurls
People change and never stay the same
Losing faith in every single way
But i know it's gonna be ok
Gettin by day after day
People
[Chorus: x2]
I've been around the world I ya
Freak so many girls I ya
The women I done seen I ya
Some freaky little things I ya
Yo, ya bet
Luda, let's do this
Let's show the world they clueless
We got more haters than Judas
But them lil bitches can't fool us
Lil John bend that up
Let's
the hustle
The 365 day grind, trying to bubble
Couple of them make it, most of them never do
Put up on game by a hustler I once knew
A lonely ol' G, all I got
delight is in the law of the lord
And in his law doth he meditate day and night
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of waters
That bringeth
oh, I know (yeah)
I know (yeah)
We leave ‘em stretched inside the road
Nigga, all by my-
Man, nigga fuck that
Yeah, bitch, I’m thuggin’ in this bitch
Is there any action I could take to bring you to my world?
Sometimes I stop to buy some time from this ol’ lonely girl
She sales it by the ounces,
smoke it
I really want to smoke it
[...]
I choke it
the indoe no jokin'
I'm doin' it like this
[I hope I do not get this by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
the Moonlight?
Ah
Under the Moonlight
Ah
Feeling so broken, there's no hope in repairing me
I wanna know, in this world, what kind of man can I be?
But they see
in yours
And your whole world spinning, huh
Bring your wrongs to the light
Surrounded by darkness
Let's give it up tonight
I don't want excuses
I just
fronting
This world's ok with war but not cussing
We all hypocrites and you clones lack substance
A bunch of bums criticize And would love it
To see me
to share with you and me
Put your hand in mine and let this old world set us free
Up on the mountain down in the valley
Living on sweet vibrations some
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