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She do doughnuts in my head, over and over and over
'Til the cops pull her over
And then she say some real slick shit like
"I'm on my way by Weezy
to the truth?
How do I get the right answer? It was something that I had to figure out on my own. And there's a little bit of irony in that I was raised
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the open oven
better shoes, but I probably needed a lot of things. What I didn't have for once in my life was the voice of my parents feeling any shame about the person
it
You know you got it on
The one's and the two's
My man's in there, doing what it do's
I'm from Maryland, in your system like heroin
This is how we do
You might get your wig pushed back tonight
Said I deserve my respect
Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit
In
the picture
In the BX, I'm that nigga
But that's where they put my best friends in the system
Gets more lonely every time I get richer
Nowadays, I don't
and pebble stones in the future like it's chrome
Living off my gold till I'm old grey and withered away
We got to get to work today I need the pay I need
yea I'm shakin my nuts (hold it tight)
And it was, regular shit havin fun wit my troops (uhh huh)
Yeah, get in the party have our guns in boots (stash
of some tumors, that's a lot of cancer
Or a lot of banter
Don't know if my son'll be disappointed or surprised after he finds out I'm Santa (yeah)
In
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
nigga
I'm on V.L. if you want me, get some my nigga, come on
[Big Tymer]
Thuggin is my thing, if I'm beefing I'm banginhg
Slanging, it's in my nature,
Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room, bitch
Want some old nigga? Fuck with me, I'ma do 'em, shit
Nigga give me dope, I accept it, but
the precinct
Found out my man was hatin' and we ain't speak since
Barney's, Nord's can't add up the paper we spent
Tryna get drunk, I'm tokin', I got a P bent
'm a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
we be posted in the states
I'm wreaking havoc, my car ain't automatic
But I'm livin lavish, Swag Snatch you cannot have it
I'm chasing cash 'n you
trust my guts
Friend would do you bad but not bad as your blood, you need a hug
Let that shit out, know I'm by your side thug
It's okay, yeah I'm okay,
my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career
my pictures on 'em
Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook
I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah
Career crook, get your career
I want that
(Oh shit, how much it cost for them?)
That
(Let me get a picture so I can tease my bestfriend)
Overall I just want you to notice me
So
the snakes, nigga
'Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate 'cause they straight up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart
I'd extemporize
your time) don't let your time do you
To my man Paul Selene (stay up homie)
To Abdul McKeith (stay up homie)
Until I see you in the streets keep
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