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Summer '88... or was it '89?
Or was it wintertime? Ah, never mind..
I'm, in my room, boomin', drawin' LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on construction paper
I'm tryna fukk my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up
I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up
Before the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboy
But boy was, I wrong now
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof, and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse, and unfor-tunately,
But of course, an assort-ment of tor-ches that scor-ches the skin, when they en-ter
Intru-ders, whose tu-tors did a lousy job
How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
That noose on us won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win, I can't pretend
But I do admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly ache
Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and which region it came from as if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um
Welch's, hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Be-cause the odds have always been stacked against me when back's against the wall
I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
With such a devilish grin, like "Where the hell have you been?"
She's yelling "Selling's a sin!", well so is telling young men
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gon' shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why should I hold my tongue?
I miss the days of old, when one could hold his gal on his arm
And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap snap snap snap
Return fire, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa-pa, pa, pa, pa
They'll learn why, near privacy, so essential
They won't make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all, don't like em don't pretend to
Yea something tells me, we ain't in Kansas anymore
All that shyt that used to be cool ain't cool anymore
All the women you been pursuing, now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours
. You shouldn't blame people criticizing Andre, blame Andre for not putting out a string of solo albums
. And even if it was a solo album, it is one album, ONE. So you'll put him in the same level real solo artists with 6+ solo albums under their belt? Stop it
