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Not feelin' too good myself
Feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good now child oh no
Oh take it now babe ah kee p bal lin ', al l ar ound town
Seems I
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
P I wrote something for you
I don't know what you're gonna think about it like
Just tell me what you think about it
Like yeah
Aye
Whoever thought
out your shade and you're blocking out my rays
Finding Rey like John Boyega out of Star Wars
Ridley me this like I'm a poet on a par course
Diss me you
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
buy they game
If he ain't scored in the first half bench his ass
If you play wit' my money I'm a lynch ya ass
I'll John Lynch ya shit don't tempt me
Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things
M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves money's gettin' made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me
On a six-shooter holster
With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)
Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)
Which fella to shoot and which
I'm feeling underrated like Russ
I hope Satan get hit by a bus
Follow Jesus so I cannot lose
He helped me run away from the lust
Take off on a demon,
sea's
How can the mandem not believe, eternal life and the price is free
To all of the mandem that wanna make P
Well take note cah there's change in me
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
let's do dat there
[master p]
Niggaz dat want to space age hustle
Catch that rocket to the fuckin moon
That be yo final ship, bitch, cause yo ass is
How Does It Feel?
Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
'Cause Whitney's still with me
And her death kinda hurt a nigga
So let's get back to talkin' 'bout murder, nigga
John Lennon got shot in the back
But I must forgive me
So I can love me
(Repeat Tag)
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you would do
I wash the plate, I lick the soup
I give her brain, she give me too
I do the Gbain! Gbain! She do the hmm
I want to nut, she still dey
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon
With the red sweater jeans made
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
girl at home I made 21
Got that thing on chrome blade 21
Got them thangs inside make me empty one
Pull it over to the side by a pretty one
Like
What's
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up
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