Lyrics:
Beat drops and I try to
Get a clap goingBlank stares
Like these kids have never seen a rap show
This is Yale
Guess they've never seen a rap show
If I
Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full, nigga, call me Bob Saget
Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus
And we
Oh yeah, I like this, ladies and gentlemen
The time you all been waitin for
(let's do it, do it, do it)
This is a Bad Boy, Flipmode collaboration
the LP went gold
So what you sayin'
So what you sayin'
Now party people it's time for the exquisite
No knock knock who that over there or who is it
It's
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
free
Got to get into that old time lovemaking
Old time, old time making of love
Time for the lady, time for the master
Time is awaistin' 'til
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
Make A Move
You Have Something To Say!
Your Arrogance Is Filling Me,
Your Wickedness’ Insane.
All This Time I’ve Stood By You
But Now I Just Can’t Take
like John, the one who Jesus loves yea
And not John the one who loved Jesus
I lose time thinking you love me like a thesis
That I'm stuck in disbelief
is your time to shine for all mankind!
I'm your gatekeeper.
Come now, my child.
Stand there!
Let me take another look at you
Don't you trust me?
I
change that you will never be same
Written by: John Spears
forms caress and swarm
One, by one, the threads of insanity unwind
Swallowed by the black uncreation, shadows out of time envelope and awe
A vow,
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
the place to be and about this time
DJ Jazzy Jeff and yours truly the Fresh Prince in the house
We about to get busy old school style
Yo Jazzy
one (damn, she got ??)
Mackin to the skunk and let her ride shotgun
Roll by the park
And check the niggaros
Straight-up Crips and ??? G rolls (what's up
a soldier)
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what I'm a soldier (I'm a soldier)
All I want to be is a soldier (I'm a soldier)
I'm
past times
Everything taken down from my culture
We're still beautiful eyes the beholder
Whatever you've done there is a reaction
Trust me I've never
some serious funk
I wouldn't buy you a car, no diamonds and shit
All the time talkin' about your fake-ass gifts
George bought you a ring, John bought
Let's begin with the worst
Eating down the curse of shady habits
Fucking away your time like rabbits
This is where we instil
That mindset that has no fear
The first to heed the message is Malik
Abandoned by his mama' on thanksgiving evening
Bout' three years ago was up to me to feed to em morals
Values manhood,
Everybody think that God is dead
Everybody need to think again
Here comes a revival
That's the sound of the Holy Ghost
Now everybody
Everybody think
the verse
Stay sharp like spurs
All I do is shine, no murk
No dark, I constructed this from the heart
Instructed by my father since the start
I depart
what I read on the post[00:41.05]My mission is to make Jesus famous[00:44.11]So raise your glass let's have a toast[00:46.68]Like in John two when
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