Lyrics:
see why these people always got my back
I done said so much f- up sh-, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by accident
I had a purpose
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
Wa wa loke o
I'll give you some loving
Wa wa okay o
Wo bo shey shey shey sho oge
Uhnnn
See the way
You dey wine your booty
I don fall in love
And i no
music
Way back in the days, 1979
Fatback Band made a record usin' rhyme
In the same year come the Sugarhill Gang
With the pow pow boogie,
into a key
[c-bo]
Mo' money, mo mother fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window with the ak
szukają mieszkań bo dorośli
Ty pewnie też u siebie w mieście miałeś taki punkt
Że jak wchodziłeś mówiłeś „Znam wszystkich tu"
Bringing back sweet memories
electricity
Way back in 1000 BCE - that's before the common era.
I can't be stopped, flow so sick that it should be mopped up
Chick's got a dixie cup, I
(Chorus)
Jpilla: yea yea yea We Winnin Baby uh!!yo check this out
Jpilla: Didn't Want to see me win but I Came back I-I Came back I-I Came back
bag back you ain't even the wave
You know that be the mayor you ain't even gotta ask that
I know you see us baby
Hop out looking too amazing
Way too
locked up I ain’t see no dough
That’s was interrupted by a time alert
Woke up happy that wasn’t real
Showered up quick now it’s time to work
Drying off my
or power, you could be touched
Ashes to ashes, nigga, dust to dust
You shorten your own life when you fuck with us
See, I was nurtured by the bosom
outsmart the po'-po's
Cookin' birdies in the kitchen, with see-bo
From livin' nappy, everybody know me
Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy
Hoes'll
on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody looking for me, just tell 'em that I'm
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York
up whenever; whatever's clever (One time)
[Big Shug]
Stroll your way; you know you want me (Bo!)
So bring your game over here to the bar
You
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
locked up
From Queens doing time, we still
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high) playing the street game
The only way to get by is
(keeping it
Hold up livin in Bo dega
Met a girl by the name of Alayna
She said she wants to marry me
But her Ex-boyfriend's getting mad at me
I said you take
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap
See the mystery
Broken history
Reformatted by the demon leaking speech
I ain't fuck
Neo-papacy
All yo' nazi shit is level puppetry
Workin' all day no
Come see what I mean, see what I mean
See what I mean, see what I mean
Come see what I mean
First she suck neck, yea then hump back
Me I'm a freak,
sayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, C-Bo holdin' nothin' back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
up whenever; whatever's clever (One time)
[Big Shug]
Stroll your way; you know you want me (Bo!)
So bring your game over here to the bar
You
every word out my lungs
I'm losin it, snappin' huh, this ain't just no rappin' uh
Back all the way back when you see that strap cause it go ra-tata-ta
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