Lyrics:
And The New Jim Crow wanna put me encaged
Doing push-ups and dips when I should be on a stage
Never ever will I give up my indigenous ways
What I envision
Guess the screenwriter was smoking pot
He should be caught by the police, thanks a lot
THESE ENDLESS CONVERSATIONS
HELP ME MAKE MY WAY THROUGH THE NITE
MY
the slinky on the steps of that scene in Ace Ventura, and Cupid is Jim Carey
Hi, I'm Jon, and I'm sorry that I'm the absolute worst at this
And by "this", I
Beginning and the end to misses
So yeah, uuuh
This your boy G3nt Jaaack, and uh,
I figured I'd go ahead and make a recording about my
Adventurous way
Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No
the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessy
I've been
couldn't make it, I'm a take it by myself
I'm awaiting a vacation
Three bricks going to Kurt, coming home from Las Vegas
On the phone with Joe, finishing
Rolly says two, but the time is three
Even though my watch wrong, girl, the time so right
I ain't selling no dreams, I ain't telling no lies
That dress so
no
Find my way to paradise
I won't let you tempt me
No, no
No, no
All bite like a real pit, fists clinched for conflict
Meet me out back by the rusted
three friends.
Cut those stomachs one by one and
search for the gemstones.
Your Majesty!
You don't believe us if we say,
that we have not swallowed any
went pop, now the wrist got vanity
Boy he hot
I don't think yall understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant
Ayo, Jug 3 AM
Fucking 3 AM
I just rock that Raf for no reason
My bitch the perfect girl for conversation
(yeah) , but I still get bored (yeah)
just to please tear it up
If it?s really the rhythm just let me see, hurry up
And by the way, I like ?em bigger than boys, don't disappoint me
If it's
at the bar, girl gave me the eye
So I had to start a conversation took by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did
stayed with each other
Or still end drinking by ourselves
What if we had conversations
Instead of spending our days asleep
And went on mini vacations
Would
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessy
I've been
scared of that
Deep conversations, I'm in your head, don't switch the topic
Go in behind, I like it slow and you not stopping
Three-days straight, can't
Ahh yeah mic check 1, 2
Eightball and MJG space-age forever
[Eightball]
It was some what early, I was on my way
To get me some hay from my
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
still owe you 250 for a Z
And what's fucking peak, I know we're never gonna speak again
It's just me, Vee, Jim, Ski and G in the end
Two in the BM, three
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
and a sprinkle of "that girl"
Are you looking at me?
Cause there's no one else here
I'm a legally blonde three... cursed with big hair
And now the greatest way
Huh
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like
'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing,
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