some liquor in your gut and tell me what you wanna do, sing it S, for every sucker left behind O, what they were yellin' when I bust a rhyme B, best
over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor
From the first time I saw the city skyline I was sure I'd be with you Cause the first time I saw your face I just fell into you You say you need to walk
I meant to tell you yesterday How the sun looked in your hair And how the light danced in your eyes As you were standing there I searched my soul
be But there ain't nobody that can sing like me Ain't nobody that can sing like me Way over yonder in the minor key Way over yonder in the minor key
dont mean shit, I tell em: Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! Woopty Doo! [Verse 2 - Big Sean] Okay I'm rocking all gold I feel like a Pharoah from b-b-b Bullets
I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin' minor
s always fun in the beginning but pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain Organized crimer, big trouble finder In and out of institutions, ever since I was a minor
history this a one nighta And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter If theres no I.D. adios got no interest in minors I?m on my grown man B
nighter And a bitch when she fight em And some liquor will light her If its no I.D. adios got no interest in minors I'm on my grown man B.I. you see why
know Sweet Cali-O I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O Dont ya know, Yeah Love it when I twist it, Dont ya know Sweet Cali-O [Too $hort:] The Valley Joe [B
like I don't know ya I'm like Missouri 'cause I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying
know Sweet Cali-O I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O Dont ya know, Yeah Love it when I twist it, Dont ya know Sweet Cali-O [Too $hort] The Valley Joe [B
you're wishin', fishin' you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew This was just like a dream When you supreme, the king of a minor
hit The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood But this ain't pop though, R&B
my method, a tool In fact it's only of importance when I make it a priority And what we sample of, is the majority But you are a minority, in terms
in?" We drop facts, over raw tracks that's starring me And Show, they don't know, they sound as if R&B Loot will come later if we stay true now But some
flippin with tha grain, watch they see me as I pop in the shine, Im gone break em off see that 5th just recline, still is a minor wood on the vinyl,