Lyrics:
stuff by the Seaside
All day at the Market
She come home cook food
Say a prayer when a bedtime
When wi rude she nuh ramp beat backside
Sunday school up
do I say this
back when we were kids
back in the trenches
smiling on the fences
we ain't got no purpose
don't fear the police
mama said don't do
song is for the big mamas
Now you gotta call me ma’se kind
Mom you karnah, you’re holding down the kraal
Back from when I was kaal till I learned
have to check for me, for me I'm not a baller
Check me out in 5 mins, when you're finshed, when you hit a stout
I'm not about that, I need a gal pickin
a hot plate on the table, dinner is ready
Saying you're good just to not make them shoulders feel heavy
You feel good when you do everything steady (Yeah)
Mmmmm mama
Mmmmm mama
You had to live with the unknown
When the hospital became my home
Nobody knew how far I could go
Life was spinning out
a party, got to have a rap
So when the party's over, you're making it home
And trying to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleeping ya start
When some women tried to claim him
"If you'd been a good mama then you never would've wanna
Gone and thrown him off of the train then"
Sarah Jane
Uh we ye yah nah
Oh ye
Ye ya
Mama don't you ever cry
Cos you know my love will be there
Promise to be by ur side
Until the end of time
Is so
as candy
When you come around
No one else can handle it
You know by now, you're one in a million
You have my heart
Oh Mocha (Mocha)
I'm sippin' on you baby
to be my hero
Better have that cash in
If you ain't counting up
Then you're just capping
When I check my bank account
I start clapping
Like a Bruce Lee
Then you're a ho assed nigga
Goddamned hound
Pound for pound
You knew the ho when she was fucking the whole town
She fucked you and gave your buddies
Do you remember that song by Janis Ian?
The one where she complains about
Not getting chosen for the basketball team?
Her song went, "For those
Who be that guy when dey
Why you eye my girl
Yes, i know what you're doing
I know all your movements
Yes, i know what you're doing
Who be that guy
Just know when you're down bad and you look up
You'll see me standing by your side
It's the world against us
I know you're toting chrome
Trigger finger
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
Yes so my name's is Billy Lee
If you've got a warrant you better read it to me
I shot her down 'cause
the daughter and the mama nigga, ay
Look, niggas talking crazy when I'm not around
'Round them tame niggas you be acting wild
Heard I wanna clip his shorty,
It took us too long
Finally we sing
The sock length song
Style will prevail
It won't take long
That's why we wrote
The sock length song
Hey Lee! I'm so
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
radical,
Addict, skill that brings avid adolescents to drag us,
Everywhere in there beats by, they be lovin' the speech I teach my beast I eat,
when
new wide lense
I never put a broke bitch inside of my Benz
Packaged in the trunk, comin' down I10
We divide it down, multiply by ten
Mama, look, that's
What good is Saturday if you’re not here to say
I made you French toast and coffee come over
When ya coming back to California
Baby, I’m hungry
got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn
the two lane all night long
The Good Ole Days when the party spot was the Sonic parkin' lot
The Good Ole Days breakin' mamas heart cuz you're always gettin'
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