Lyrics:
business, Papa was a rolling stone
I'm a mix of both, there ain't no bitch boy in my bones
Fucking up this dough like say it's pizza
You can't get Italia,
livin', broke
(You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
(Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)
(Yeah,
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
It's time for lights out don't try to fight now I gotta bite down
Go so hard in this music they wonder how I do it
I just picture my momma hollerin'
get up on the road
I'ma do my dance like it's Sadie Hawkins
Boy I got the sauce, that's true
Girl, I'm living proof
Tie your tennis shoes, you
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
(let's go)
You can be with me, ain't gotta be with a loser (nah)
Do what it do let me see if I'm a loser
(What's my name?)
C to the H to the R-I
(let's go)
You can be with me, ain't gotta be with a loser (nah)
Do what it do let me see if I'm a loser
(What's my name?)
C to the H to the R-I
what you wana do
But clearly rapping ain't what you was born to do
Got to grippin the pen and paper because I wanted to
Paint the vision so you could
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
the soul
Whatever I do these days never gets condoned
Used to wear electric green now im all in Pantone
Yea I make up for what I lack with what I pay
Ten
recognize the holy spirit, I know he's real
I can't do this, Jesus please take the wheel
Check lights on, fuel gauge, needle on E
Lord I just need to get
at an advertising agency
Or at a record label
My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art
Would have been to become Picasso or greater
That always sounds so funny
stay true
What I'm hitting up tonight dont have a clue but I'ma do it for you
What I'm hitting up tonight ion have a clue
And everybody in here you
Paper...
Paper...
Used to being up late
Sleeping during mid day
Lifestyle keep changing
Eventually I'll get it straight
Put some money on my dinner
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
my niggas, f**k them other niggas
[Snoop Dogg]
What niggas, them niggas, yeah dawg, you with it
f**k em, let's get em, do em, I did em
We gettin nutty
pieces of art that has come out in
My generation and that's what I did why can I
Say that? Why I don't have to affect
All this humility and shit is
Because
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal
It feel
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
Yeah, Big Chi in the building
M80 what it do
Rebel Army shit
Yeah, yeah
Wordplay is what I made a lot of money off of
Long before the rap game
to do? (What am I to do, girl?)
Read the paper and I think about you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fix my dinner and I think about you (mm)
Lay in bed and I think
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