La la laaaaaaa
La la laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaah...
[Posdnuos]
Papa Love be on the attack, survival Jack
Pot, and a lot of it's fat, part of the pack
Not signing blood with his back, bottle for knack
And we ain't backpack, we backbone
But that's how rap be
My own kids can't see they pops
'cause I'm onstage in some city makin someone else kids happy
Doin things that ain't over 'til the big lady sings
But since the world is so health-conscious
The big gal lost weight, so we rock non-stop the date
Give me a hard road to walk, I walk mines
Similar to blood that won't stay in the chalk line - I won't stay boxed in!
Worth every penny the recod companies lend me
Sam Cooke-d the fish, but darling +You Send Me+
Creep out the mouth with the house like Mr. Fisher
when I want out the picture
My zodiac is commonly known as the proudest
(So even when I whisper..) it still sounds the loudest
That's just that NY, NY shit in me
But smart enough to know no one stay the epitome (WHERE?) In this game
But the aim is to clock out, covered in quality hip-hop
The sureshot'll sure to get the cop-out
Work out the kinks, month later hear it in the club
while Smilez go work out the drinks
La la laaaaaaa
La la laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaah...
La la laaaaaaa
La la laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaah...
It's New York like murder and pavement
Nuttin pretty like floral arrangement
In case you study the stars in amazement
A modest millionaire constellations where Dave went
