just bangin' on my old piano I'm getting in tune with the straight and narrow (Getting in tune with the straight and narrow) Getting in tune with the straight and narrow (Getting in tune
the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what
shit. I think they call this, uhm, venting. [Verse 1:] Look Uhh. This is me. Still the same. They want the hits. I play the game. No auto tune, but
Times being what they are, Radar Aeroplanes in my room, And I don't know who's flying them They're playing that tune It's okay, I got my eye on them
and the Movement is now Time to criticize the critics, turn the music up loud Here's to those who in the Bay and to those who create Love to those who
: wanda my playful little friend who lives inside of me she's good to joke she's good to prank she's good to laugh but cannot see poor wanda blind since
tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [
If I found a man who could put me down the way you do I mean so handy-like, you know what I mean? Yeah, I found a man, whoa, who could put me down the
... life, life, I'm living my life, life Got a bitch with an ass so nice, Night time taking off your tights Have a G night, night, getting head on a flight
on airs And getting even by saying."Who cares" At the brand new Tennessee Waltz You're literally waltzing on air At the brand new Tennessee Waltz There's no telling who
Joysticks and segas, I was rockin' off 100 watt amps in Cerwin-Vega True fine tune it, ship enough units Emcees ask, who be those rhyme killers in mask
: [1st verse] What you got? what you want? what you like? what you need? Who you with? I don't give a shit, you come leave here with me What's my name
Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I'm starting to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzing So fuck I look like getting
Maxwell] I'm back again (who's back) Again, again, I'm back again (who's back) Ooh, tell me (who's back) I'm back again (who's back) Again, again, I'm
sheriff if he can get me fucking chargers back No yell time I gotta thank god for that Regardless, big bang can't throw it up And another nigger flow who
over I signed my name as if I meant it Sealed it with a kiss and sent it The letter had improved my mood Happy in my solitude But halfway home I changed my tune
't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear Any time you see me you should stand clear You see me in my Lincoln I'm in the clubs drinkin Who you gonna
them all! " Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon I'm just eating nigga, I'm getting my dinner on And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on