Lyrics:
came in
He said, "Hey Rick, don't you know playin' with these snakes is a sin?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store
He said,
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the time-warp again
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
niggas on the Eastside
(Put your hands on it)
I wrote this for my niggas on the Westside
(Hands on ya heat)
All my niggas in the north run, run with me
actually really not?
High on life, in my bed, man I'm spinning like a slot
Chasing all this paper like my name was Michael Scott
Got a sack, man I'm comin'
I can handle
Carry that pot by the handle (it's hot)
I play the field like I'm Randall
Got on a yacht in my sandals
I can't relate to your
crushing on speed beat with the triple 8 car
Another 8 ball came when I came and called my name
In the place I made breakin' in the game claw
This ain't
should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My new deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Want to chapel the BM, man, I'm just
[ Both ]
Sunday Sunday Sunday morning a new week starts and the old one ends
On Sunday Sunday Sunday morning
Start the day out right with your family
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
Dead Carnival clown puttin in w-w-w-work
You think you the shit 'cause you think you to the upper hand
But why don't you come and meet my boy, the strong
girls
I will serve a boy or any girl
These niggas livin' in fantasy world
My bitch suck dick better than Jill Scott
I don't know what the fuck
Wrong with
the whole shit scott-free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it
distance cuz I spit the illest flows
Like I've said before, Imma just steal this show
Put your hands up to the sky
If you're riding with this vibe
'Cause I'm
the street
At this time I had stood to my feet and said wait a minute
And that's when he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun I wasn't
With it so
These cops wanna see us in a bag
Don't want no knee in my neck, begging for just a gasp
Or sleeping in your bed and the cops is just being lawless
Bullets
watching that shit
Yo they scared of taking risk had a chance but it slipped
Now the bank teller making my day with pink a slip
You can see it in my grind I
only knows why, though (why? Why? Why?)
Ten thousand steps towards the time of your life
Two hands to Heaven, my whiskey up high, oh
Oh, God only, God
flow
Had to catch a plane, I gave you a pound, hand it over
Freaky Tah, what up my nigga? Damn you still look fly
You in heaven and you still
begs your pardon
Can't you see how low the hole has gotten?
Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it
Dying, still we're relying on who?
In this case
the ghost of Scott Biggie
And girl you know I love you but I'm a ghost yeah
I can't tie my shoes the laces fall out my hand
I can't drive my car I fall out my
it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
To my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever
I came from a slave ship but not by plane
It's deep in my genomes to not behave
It's critical thinking to unlock chains
Spiritual surfboard to surf
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