Slow down. Slow down. Arms too tired to take up. Baby takes up arms. Arms too tired to reach my face And break it. Baby tags along, along. Lips too wide
life That’s how spliff’s living Throwing niggas in caskets Tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck if you touch my one Rather jamaican than belly boy
I stay in the streets (Harmony baby) And I won't stop bringin that heat It's my dream (I said it's my dream) I said it's my dream... ooh [Verse 1 -
moms But they got her with the car bomb Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm Niggas play for keeps like casino Baby's has got fathers just
but I stay in the streets (Harmony baby) And I won't stop bringin that heat It's my dream (I said it's my dream) I said it's my dream... ooh [Verse 1
for it they got the addict itch That's the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic
boys in a daze, on a Sunday nite I might brang me some Maze, maybe OJ's hoes be goin crazy, some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, aint gone get me locked
from Trinidad, Tobago Mother was from Rio, de Janeiro She said please don't think I'm crazy But I've been in love with you since the 80's {?} cansando baby
I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies And I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries And I'm the burnin' sensation when the convict fries
's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together C'mon, y'all Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight Let's
hope, I don't fight with a punk tonight (C'mon) Let's all get high tonight Maybe nobody will die tonight (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon) Let's all
breath To watch moms But they got her with the car bomb Pop tried to save her second blast got his arm Niggas play for keeps like casino Baby's has got
my girl (My man) You're my girl (My man) You're my lady (My man) You're my baby When I was rockin' jelly and had a little belly Who would-a ever thought
sideways, boys in a daze on a Sunday nite I might brang me some mace, maybe OJ's hoes be goin crazy, some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, aint gone get
ain't stylin' nigga) There he go, hoppin' out the G5 Wagon G-coated, Ree's, Baud's and Tee's swaggin' Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp I need
paranoia got in my blood Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's genes Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's crazy Both parents is scrappin' I'm not even a baby
for life, that's how spliff's living Throwing niggas in caskets, tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck if you touch my one Rather Jamaican than belly
