Hurt MCs ride the pine and get paid, no never mind
I mean right, I keep the green light specials
I'm the problem solver
I want the whole world and my old girl back
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As I do it like that, do it like this
Just an old fashioned love song, playin' on the radio
Number one heart-ripper-aparter
Stack cheddar like Combs and buy homes like Larry
That's your pimp strut
Or when the sun go down, or when it's round in the BX [unverified]
Just an old fashioned love song, playin' on the radio
Bums on the street often ask me for change
I'm that nice, Dattie X the party-starter
I be smoother than Tal, Sharpton like Al
Chickens stress me out like paparazzi as I flip a flow you desire
Just an old fashioned love song, playin' on the radio
Don't wanna do wrong so I think I'm best to make this song
Is leaving your empire in ruins
Corner poets get smacked and hit, savagely bit
For me to ever try to come back wrong
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Songwriters: Maxwell Dixon, Paul Huston, Daniel Nakamura, Paul Williams
Y'all know it's true, a nigga like me is due
Your style is butt, similar to a cobra
Dattie blaze those trees and let's start this forest fire
See I been doing this too goddamned long
Niggas try to duplicate my flow but it's difficult
Check my pockets and my empty light just came on
I go git and then you out of it, permission to quit
Just an old fashioned love song, playin' on the radio
As we come and blaze you with this body
Grand Puba, Dattie X, dig it
Cats on the concourse, still holdin' DX [unverified]
Watch the green van cause inside's the dicks
Chickens ride the pony 'cause the rhyme flow genuine
But I got a new album too
The prayer beads bleeds from the crucifix
Bouncin' in German cars, still playin' shot-ball
But what you foes is really doin'
I try harder every day, it's all work and no play
My rhymes carry like the weight on Barry
Get up out my way, it's Grand Pub's turn to shine
Now we back in town watch all the chickens crowd around
Like a game of Yahtzee
Grand Puba and Dattie, riding shotty in the Mazarati
When you ballin' everybody want to be your pal
Went tight comin' out boy I be down in six
Now you know, I gots to come back strong
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One time as I sew it up like Dr. Frankenstein
I want to be here for that money and the rest of my crew
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I got the brand new revolver
Ah shit, I see men mitts [unverified]
Just an old fashioned love song, playin' on the radio
No dilly-dally, baggin' up the shorter alley
Publishers: ALMO MUSIC CORP, PRINSE PAWL MUSICK
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Are you feelin' this? You dig the way it's going down?
Undeniably satisfiably master microphone mutilator
Just an old fashioned love song, playin' on the radio
Change that, I want half the world, and fuck my old girl
Shorty watch your step or you might get Rocked like Chris
You can play the hell out, like those that came before ya
Half price a slice, you blink twice, I done picked up the dice
More vice and gambling than Las Vegas, Nevada
Yeah
None greater, ain't no Automator
What's change when I'm tryin' to save up for the Range?
For sure dog 'cause this is how we do