That Fucking Song - Boosie Badazz & Webbie

Don't ever fucking question that (6x) Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights, To place you dangerously close to that sun, Enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore And recognize the cause of what's done is done, More than enough to put my name behind my ideals, And neglect my logic twice daily. Enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems, When I remember how you used to call me baby, Enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of Why you wept, Enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean i swam Till i ran out of breath. I love you, don't ever fucking question that, That's why we'll probably never get along. If I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write These mother fucking songs. I love you, I love you (faded) Never, don't ever fucking question that, don't ever fucking question that. Riding the public transit, I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many Grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord, And I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord. Single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when i faced her- I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine, I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to Submission and I still walk with my religion. I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror, Worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer. Hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin, Gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within, For every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of Espresso- I light a match beneath a kettle, And for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program To seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip. I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where, Big beautiful eyes and light brown hair, She was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city, This was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty. Two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town- We all know how people like to get down. Here we go, aquarius, pisces, Feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul. Bush shoved the cane without the glove numbed the pain. The magic from up above what it does for the brain, Make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin Made a virgo named him sean. Make the love, paint the picture, write the song, the player met a virgin Made a virgo named him sean. Make the love, paint the picture and write that song till the break of dawn. I love you- don't ever fucking question that, that's why we'll probably never Get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need To write these mother-fucking songs.(2X) I love you (make the love, paint the picture, and write that song (in faded Background)). I love you. I love you.

Fill in the blanks without spilling your drink My name is-, and I'm an alcoholic Not for real, but what else do you call this? Find me in the clubby going dupper dumby Borrowing your money, mo-money (money) I'm in the bathroom, flask full of ice tea College grad chick straddling me (me) I think that she want me to get up in her tummy That's why they call me Gutsy And I be like, "Check my Spanish" Mamacita, te necesito Soy ebrio, that's all the words I know I shoot tequila from Costa Rica I gotta tell ya (I gotta tell ya) Best friends, you are my fucking best friends Seriously, it's like the best night ever This song, I'm really feeling this song This song, fucking best song ever, ever, ever It's only midnight, chicks like heels off Barefooted on the floor playing leapfrog Skittles don't leave no juice and rolly-polly produce That's why they call me Whoa Dude Slow-low dude, your roll dude Mamacita, te necesito Soy ebrio, that's all the words I know Margaritas and microwave pizzas I gotta tell ya (I gotta tell ya) Best friends, you are my fucking best friends (yeah) Seriously, it's like the best night ever This song, I'm really feeling this song This song, fucking best song ever, ever, ever (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Check my Spanish Best friends, you are my fucking best friends Seriously, it's like the best night ever This song, I'm really feeling this song This song, fucking best song ever Best friends, you are my fucking best friends Seriously, it's like the best night ever This song, I'm really feeling this song This song, fucking best song ever, ever, ever (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) (Ay-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Check my Spanish

I remember we was wilin' My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker Try me I've popped (I've stopped) We been on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money Went to war had a lot of niggas running Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma And say "I love you momma" We was young and fucked up in the head Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it Remember we first got a deal, nigga And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" I was still in the field with 'em You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I'll be back in a minute Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating Well I told 'em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas You had twins, they was beautiful as ever "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don't learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie