with the fresh rhyme At a slow tempo entices passion to grow But if it's not passion, for which you search Then use the song as a massage after a hard
Broke breads with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like a nigga with broke legs on a moped I said; I'm a "top gun" like gossett Run
high seeing these devils in the sky Walking by spreading around trying to dirty up my name Aint a damn thing changed bow down to no man Leave em In a
for work, I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs and come home like a slob So here comes Rob, he's cold and shivery He gives me two hundred for a quick
grow up I aint just gonna blow up I'm a star, I got astronomers tryin to get a close-up Telescopes and cameras Rappers wanna use glamours But I'm gleamin
See a lot of niggas talking bout war, you understand what Im saying, war, but now as a nigga grow, he progreses and he has a lot more happier things
He said mama I am a doctor now I got MD behind my name I want you to meet my wife I met her while I was in college She is a school teacher mama Yes she
my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up, he pretends to barf I've got a million friends Now they asked me to read a
picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I've got a million friends Now they asked me to read a
fiction and bound by his ambition Left his home for the city of light Disguised as a citizen his identity was hidden Within in a city that sat glistening He was eager for
interrupt this program to bring you a special report We are looking for a man named Billy who has just been accused For use of fake credit cards, use
across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the day, then watching Templevision or reading a
you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless
out of someone, I use to learn from But on the phone, she's telling everyone, that there was a blue sky, she left behind And there's a place that no
Feel it coming over me The rain gonna come through the window pain gonna come Black white rich poor, it's the same old drum Rainy days like a war use wisdom as a
m lookin' for a lover with a body that says some mo' I want to see the booty boom before I even let Her get close enough to smell perfume I'm lookin' for a
Come gather 'round and listen If you can get that near If not, we'll use a microphone So that all poor souls can hear And hold hands in a circle Or stare
you never had a problem punkin' us in front of company Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle now Wally just had a son he's a daddy, I'ma uncle
