to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got rid of him, they both took the shit hard Shorty played the piano, me I play with
Daddy sits on a? front porch swinging Looking out on a vacant field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found
protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group
Everyone says that you're wasting your time That thing that you're chasing ain't worth a dime They're juts blowin' in the wind Yeah what do they know
can get some I'ma hit'em with the Lamborghini flow With the speed of a Bugatti (Let's go) I'm from another planet when I spit a verse With the weed
I feel the hot wind blowin' from the west to the east I feel the hot wind blowin', can't get no relief I feel the hot wind blowin', ev'ry day and ev'ry
climax with each position Naked skin chills hair filled with rain Caressing erect body tips next to me It's ectasy when we play Easing winds bring
a warning I'd given my nurse the weekend off My meals were ill prepared My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb And my piano crouched in the corner of my room With
we'll be old and gray, And winding up our travels here on life's highway. But no matter where I roam, I've got you here with me: When I reminisce these
was a piano player up from Miami way He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars Ladies would pay and pay, one night he did wind up playin
cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him in the face The piano player'
ridin' the Atlantic Coastal Line [ guitar ] I make my coffee in a can but this bo ain't worried man Morning sun greets me with the shine I go south when the trade winds
I can't stand still) restless (and I never will) My baby don't care and I don't anymore (restless restless) [ piano ] My baby fell in love with a man
t mean a thing unless you sing rock a bye boogie with a beat Rock a bye boogie... [ strings ] Rock a bye baby rock a bye baby sleep in a big tree top When the wind
You can tell by the wind By fresh cut wood All stacked to dry That autumn's here And it makes you sad About the crumby Summer we had With pine trees
t-shirts that say we cut hands Son we'll take both of 'em, the first time So you can't play even play the wind chime Or the piano, jazz or classical
baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada with