Lyrics:
coupe
In a black coupe
I can't fuck by the ones, you know I gotta fuck by two's
By the two's
Made her get down on her knee's, told her pay your dues
Made
On the wedding anniversary
Of the Johnson's
They went out on a date.
Little Jimmy had strict orders
To be in bed, to be in bed by eight.
But little
Jimmy would always look out
At all the motorcycles
As they passed him by
In his mama's car
They was going somewhere
Not very far
But jimmy just sat
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
accusations of that
I may be the greatest, they just don't wanna say nun yet
I say it from out my lips then I ain't takin' it back
The places I'm tryna go you
you're gonna say and it's under control
So
No Problem!
Right
Fuck Alvin and Simon, the fat one was mine
If you ever had jokes
Just know you came with
be great riding with him"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Mm-mm"
"By the way, where did you meet him?"
"I met him at the candy store
Feeling like I'm dealing with no other side
Playing with some different levels
Hoping that you really ride
What we gone take for it
Time make us wait
my wife
Oh young Jimmy Ranlon, do not run away
Stay in your own country till your trial it comes on
For you'll never be convicted of the shootin'
This is American Justice this is American democracy and those of You
Who are familiar with it in know That in American democracy is Hypocrisy
4th
The girl always a say. Hear weh she say
I am saying,
It's my way or the highway
You should be going
You made your choice and now you know what's coming
could understand
'Cause we had some much of these conversations
If I went out with another woman
That would be giving justification
You speech is causing
what you like
Who you like
Playin by no rules bro
I fuck in the morning
That pussy be yarning
Slipping and sliding
Or dis is wat u wanta
That's my old
8th with the top low and the cops low
I'm a DipSet boss
You don't wanna get clapped, get caught up in the cross
And I'm caught up in the floss
Chain
she a fan (she goin')
We get your dope, it be wrapped in saran (dope)
Back to back cash you know gang ain't playin' (cash)
If he a opp you can't save
fastened down
To be burned
To be burned Jimmy
To be gone forever
So you`re
Down town raking bins
Through carry outs and skins
To find the hundred
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..
His life was took at such
wanna be on the move
Feet on the dash with a blunt or two
Baby I'm just tryna spoil you, put you in Louis and Jimmy Choo's
Shit you don't gotta choose
I
"Is she really going out with him?
"Well, there she is, let's ask her"
"Betty, is that Jimmy's ring you're wearing?"
"Mmm-hmm"
"Gee, it must be
make a trafflen man wanta do right
Plus u cook
Clean
Work
And u know jesus christ it's all good
U came from the hood with a education
If I was sick u
was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give
and you know its a fact
I see the envy that niggas a fan
I be that rookie I came with a plan
Shawty wants some Jimmy Choo's
I gotta see a better you
She be
break off orgasmic pleasure
bring them to Mu-Shu fellas, who you tag teamin'
baptizin' wit ceemin' exercisin' them with demons
I go by the name of paul
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