Lyrics:
me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome
Make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga
Like how you
for you"
And he said, "Oh, play, play that 'Lonesome Losers' tune
That's the one I like the best"
Closed his eyes and slipped away
Well, Scotty,
should've treated you right, I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie, it's killin' me inside
I
on the booty like
Baby make me some grits
And she just do what she told
Naked over the stove, yeah
You know that boy Urban Jones
Know how to train em
I make em
wanna be somebody's fuck boy hero I am a zero hey
you can be the star in my video it's a porno in the City oh
we could be together like a blank slate zero
she said my knees bad, God damn
It's somebody at the door wait where my piece at, can't lack
If it's a threat I'm a let it sing like Keith Sweat, stay
Or question my character and degrade me on every blog?
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your
Bronx, Brooklyn
Queens, Manhattan
Staten Island
Keith in the house
It ain't about the bitch with a wig like she comin' from China
Y'all fronted in
from the start it would always be like this im a keep you in my heart cause girl you so priceless
I just want to be somebody you can lean on streets cold
Chorus:
When night falls over the city
Gotta be ready cause it feels like
Somebody's comin to get me
Verse 1:
It's ten o'clock and darkness
for you, babe
Was a way when we were young, that
Any man was judged by what he'd done
But now you pick them on the screen (what they look like
couldn't move me to the league from the sandlot
But when your records do slap
And you gotta be the one to pull yourself up by your own boot straps
Then
I'm crazy like some kinda urban misfit
But first I
Hated church I'd only pray to give my wish list
I'd be just like you
Doing my dougie in the club
crime, don't smile
You still jealous, watch my flow in Puerto Rico
Like ?
People know that Hoolio brother style is local
Rappers souped up then gassed
your embrace love (hello, love)
This is the day love
Every prayer that I prayed, feelings I can't escape
It's so hard to explain love (you're like
[keith]
Yo Jacky, this Keith.
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it
Autopilot get engaged
Sound like you all flight and no stage
You Rocking that Off White that look beige
Say that she alright, with the flying colors
Then we
rapping is country
They say that rapping my country is
Like if Keith was urban
Looking street with the heater
Burning i smirk
And then keep concerning
talkin' to this girl
She was talkin' about the music all fast in the club, you know
She gotta drink water 'cause she thirsty
She done danced like 92
needed somebody to love
Someone to stay with them all the time
When they're Up and when they're down
You know, sometimes you get what you want
And then
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
four
[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like jim morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
idolized
Overwhelmed by a new obsessed fan
No, I don't wanna answer your questions
Are you some kind of journalist, followin' me around?
Come on in
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