be found out? You duck through the wind in your old blight on the town Love is turning you out Sliding worry round I try to warn it's waiting game To
same flight Shit, I probably had that same fight I just kept swingin Twelve rounds comin, bells ringin (I run with trouble... trouble) Introduced to the game
on the road getting stacks 20 grand karats for the show no tax Bell-V is what I'm pourin' on them hatas Blinding with the lock, no imitaders Broke ass
' Now one young lady was lookin' at me I said, ?Hi, my name is Marvin, known as Young MC? But then the bell rang an' the teacher came in An' that's when the game
with no regrets i'm waiting on whats next I wish I was a kid again, Running with my friends and them, up and down the street Waiting on the bell to
slip let the rythym rip while my lyrics leave my lips ladies and gentleman kids of all ages watch a brother roamin' on stages name rings a bell from
to wait so we can fully relate Some bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don
Dear Erica, I would cherish you more than life itself Wait, no you wouldn't Don't listen to him he only cares about himself See I would be there through
Half angle with broken halo; half primitive rug rat. Spoken for by wide life, hybrid mutations and slum cats Doom for dominion sluggish posture, See I wait
For the six-fo' I continued my stride About this time I heard gong five I was down the block when I heard gong eight And the princess screamed out, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait
it's real jazzy belle Jazzy belle If you really want to be my star Maybe we can mend a broken heart Jazzy belle If you really want to be my boo Straighten
on an all night flight Worth about a millie on a silly night On the really,I'm worth about a hundred millie on a rainy night Playboy and my game be tight
wait so we can fully relate Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin' to skate Your girl and I all playin' the game, y'all just
the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken
a glance at the wild sea land will be rising at view to take the line of least resist will slow and sure deceive the deadlock of this waiting game the
seem to move on. So what I crack a few smiles, ita??s all futile. The grey space, hip-hop, beyond blue star. Waiting for the beat to stop in this game
the six-fo' I continued my stride About this time I heard gong five I was down the block when I heard gong eight And the princess screamed out, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait
getting stacks 20 grand karats for the show no tax Bell-V is what I'm pourin on them hatas Blinding with the lock no imitaders Broke ass niggas getting
