Lyrics:
of pain prolly need some anesthesia wow
Tell you what you wanna hear
You too good to be by yourself
Tell you what you wanna hear
You're better off with
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
standing near an open trench? (How about a beer?)
Must be standing near an open trench (you know a pub?)
Bye, bye (I'm just passing by) (there's one close
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone
You always said people don't do what they believe in
They just do what's most
gotta do?
What a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say?
What a man gotta pray?
To be your last "Goodnight" and your first
Talk about, talk about, hey
Pop music
Talk about, talk about, ho
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk about (uh-huh)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
ever you want to talk
about Say it let us hear
Come and listen to what is in my
Mind that I want to say
What ever you want to talk
About Say it let us
To keep the tribe open, shootin' out to play em
Three the hard way'll keep you steppin' to the A.M.
What's the time?
It's about that time
What's
wanna start somebody
This world really got you thinking that you on somebody
So what you got a gun, I don't give a fuck about it
I would take every
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
nick by the bad ass ho,
Know what I'm saying, no, right, let me tell you,
Wanna tell you a little bit of what I found, though.
Tell me about it, I'm
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
Lunacy
What about you and me
What about me and you
The things that we could do
The things that you could see
Only if you with me
The woman you could be
is it, "'Radio, fuck you?' That’s what
You’re saying?" Exactly
Not fuck the people that work at
Radio because these is real
People that gotta feed
about what you got will get you hit?
I'm not a nice person
I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice, dog, and that's before I start cursin'
I stay
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