Lyrics:
a con
Be gone
Whose history's filled with mystery
Say you relate, must be kidding me
Were your people stripped of
EVERYTHING!
Displaced and mishaped
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the strap (Grrah, grrah), I'm shootin' Cupid in his fucking back
Drip, drip
Grrah
You hate love? Well, me too (I do)
I can look these niggas like see-through
a day,
Would you rather ride or stay a puppet?
In the ghetto makin' crumbs, why they makin' scrilla by the bucket,
But fuck it,
To each his own,
But
everyday as if
We growing more degenerate
All you gotta do is flip
The channel to the news
Check the prison stats nother
Brother sang the blues
One dead one
cost
When we would try to survive
You tried to show us who's boss
Give us gods we ain't love by
And pass laws we cant live by
You see green when you see
full of dead guys and weed
Love red eyes don't need no Vaseline
Had to tell myself I got me
No Dej Loaf so do not try me
Or you'll be hooked to a I.V.
can do it by himself, don't need no ones help. No one
Who you know
Whos got my back where the real ones at? Show Love
Who you know
Who can hold me down,
name is Washington. My followers gotta wait til the end to get my name. Like that's embarrassing. What if they do it by seats? You know, I don't pay for
?
Arlene took me by my hand,
And she said oh bo, you know I understand.
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
those who fear Allah,
And obey Him by abstaining from sins and evil deeds, and by performing righteous good deeds
Do you not then understand
They were
gonna love you, mama?
Who loves you?
Who loves you, pretty baby?
And when you think the whole wide world has passed you by
You keep on tryin', but you
shot that done grazed a few
Labels who never gave a dude any chance to move acres
Already blessed with a mule but a lot of you are ungrateful
Never came
these Escobars
You will feel a jar with the spit of facts i hit above your necks
'Bout the way things are
Now, who's fault is it More hoes out here than
love what this country boy can do
Go get the skoal spit with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
Do do do do
Come to me
Baby, you'll see
Who loves you, pretty baby?
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you, pretty mama?
Who's
(chaa)
I ain't tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa)
40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit (chaa)
Eat, drink and be merry
Written by Ry Cooder and Russ Titelman
© 1974 Tonopah & Tidewater Music Co. (BMI)
Whenever you find a man
That loves every woman he sees
should I do
Inject a little sniff of love but motherfuckers know it's cool
Roll another wicked primo, got my head up in the mules
They say that if they
It's good to have a conversation
But it's even better when all you
Have to do Is listen
And my words a so pleasant
When you listen to them
My voice
love can say.
I'm say-yay-yaved by,
I'm saved by, by,
Nothing you can do, nothing you can say,
Only love can say
that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong
The girl on the seesaw is laughing
For love is the color
This place imparts (Paisley Park)
Admission is easy, just say you
Believe and come to this
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