Yeah, uhh, that's right. Technically, biologically, physically, psychologically. Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh. Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh.
You can't see. Don't understand. You must be frightened. Or just stupid. . You want everything?. Well, you must be joking. . Grand Babylon. So much to answer for.
Maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen. Years have have passed since I was crying,. I remembered what it felt like. To lose something that you'd die for.. . Where are my beautiful toys?.
[G. Dep]. Yeah.... Yeah, me and my man's and them. We gon' blast off. Bad Boy nigga, and we don't stop. Come on to the top, blast off. Yeah, yo. . Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps.
I've seen a lot of things in my life. A lot of ups and downs. Made a lot of mistakes. No matter what, you've always been by my side. You've always been my best friend.
Intro: Mase. . Yo yo, this Mase, youknowhatI'msayin?. You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason. You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich.
I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs. Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup. After bucks, crush cruise after us. No gaze, we ain't laughin much.
(INTRO). Danger Money's in the building.... It's P.C.T.... Putting the bass in your body.... And the melody in your soul.... Letting the whole world know....
You drive a pick-up truck. You crack me up when you're drinking. From your favorite coffee cup. You light a cigarette up. Rave about the flick you just watched last night.
Barack the Magic Negro lives in D.C.. The L.A. Times, they called him that. 'Cause he's not authentic like me.. Yeah, the guy from the L.A. paper. Said he makes guilty whites feel good.
It's so funny we went right down to the store-we got the money so we'll put you down. We got the money, we got the money, we got the money. We got the money, we got money, we got the money.
Bring on the clouds. why you why you why you why you why you why you wait?. Head for your daughter, head for your daughter. See what you bring. head on the cloud.
Wasn't the question you asked me. It wasn't the answer I gave. That made me feel like I was on a train. Was a distant voice. Made me make a choice. That I had to get the fuck out of this town.
Welcome to my friends. This house is a home. And a home's where I belong. Where the feelings are warm. And the foundations are strong. If my soul has a shape.
Sunday driving past your own hall of fame. It's closed on weekdays, shut for good. Pick out no one when you're talkin'. Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin'.