Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a view of
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
wild type ready for the wild night are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type I hope you are ?cause that mean a player all right smokin like a Taylor so the paper
it in the bag That's the way it suppose to be A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic, it's
told the teller Just throw it in the bag That's the way it suppose to be A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper
home again They?ll be a house full of roses waiting there I buy her roses, sweet red roses Heaven knows that she deserves the very best I buy her roses, pretty roses
drano Cause wen I come out it's a zoo with a rhino Ok he know he gunna have to step up on a c note Starbucks Hazelnut vanilla capo-chino Rose greeco
, cut 'em wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
how it used to be I can lie to myself And say I like it But I would love it if you were here These words on paper smell like you Associated in random
things 'bout survival Like the ice pick done off the bottom If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper
all type of scholarships Even if he went they knew he?d leave college quick For the pros the one from the hood that was chose The black rose that grew
it You wonder why, I became the ice cream man 'Cause I knocked straight hands But niggaz on my block didn't understand That I was born to be a factor If roses
getting in convertibles and I don't spend a thing, so why I do feel vertigo I'll be in the cut, tell them girls lets get surgical farenheit for 51, that paper
ended ages ago, now it's all a dream sitting here, thinking how this thing all started from What D'Ya Mean, What D'Ya Mean now that I'm getting that paper
chorus my mansion is on 40 acres who da neighbors call me brain from the lakers that ass paper call me brain from the lakers that ass paper (repeat)
dinner party I was dancin' to the beat and entertainin' La-Di-Da-Di The music started endin', it was time for a speech The crowd started sittin' as I rose
paper Please don't worry, we're forgiven You don't have to cut up no roses Please just leave them living When I'm down I just draw some roses On a pretty