Tekst :
My my what a lovely dayCould it be that we ve arrived in fair Magentalane
There were times, many times
When I thought we wouldn t make it
I was quite prepared to take it like a man
But here I am
Aye aye bring our best champagne
We ll drink a toast, you and I, to fair Magentalane
Now let me see well shouldn t I make a speech
Or say something in Greek
Perhaps recite a Browning poem, but why
When the only thing that s on my mind is
It feels so good
It feels so good
It feels so good to be back at home
In Magentalane
Where the sea of pink champagne flows
Magentalane
Under rose-colored bainrows
I mean rainbows
Yes there were times, several times
I was sure we d been defeated
As our Hopes became depleted through the years
But now we re here
So if you please it s time to take our leave
The road to liberty awaits us on the aerodrome incline
Gonna leave that bad old world behind
Cause it feels so good
It feels so good
It feels so good to be back at home
Tekst :
Honey, I think Audrey s a little mature for youNo I don t think she s mature I think she s nice
Hey mom when are we going
Look mama I Love you
But you gotta let me live my life
Look mama I Love you
But you gotta let me live my life
Don t wrap me up in cotton wool
You can t treat me like a fool
Anyway if I was, you gotta let me be one
OK give me your advice
It s not my fault if I can t be wise
Show me a person who hasn t been done
Look mama I Love you
But you gotta let me live my life
Look mama I Love you
But you gotta let me live my life
Don t try to stick your rules on me
I wasn t born as a carbon copy
I came out of you
But don t think that you own me
I have my respect for you
I won t try to change the things you do
Give me a break
Let me learn it my way
You think you know more than me
Experience hasn t set you free
Look mama I Love you
Look mama, look, look mama, look
Look mama I Love you
Loom mama, look, look mama, look
I gotta make my own mistakes
Why can t you treat me like a friend
Look mama I Love you
But you gotta let me live my life
Look mama I Love you
But you gotta let me live my life
Look mama I Love you
Look mama, look, look mama, look
Look mama, look
Tekst :
Chorus(2X)We aint going to the club
we aint buying out the bar
we aint tipping these hoes
we aint fuckin wit y all cause
we on the block tonight
I m making so much money and my pockets right.
Verse1:
My niggas handcuff bringing broads in to town cause
we in the trenches where its fucking going down.
Where da G s at
......without probable cause watch the G s react.
Move fool like they don t exist
Put lick on his chevy and hi frozen wrist
And grind most sported dickie for another day
Linking up with niggas that get it the same fucking way
.......go getta fuck the club, lets get paid
we enter a small town, distributing all around,
plenty time for pussy, right now put down cause
Chorus(2X)
Verse2:
Business before pleasure, speaking of pleasure
my R&B road dawg, we hwaded up to Tennessee then to Mississippi
where its got the vicious clicks more conscerned with paper.
Not here for the clubbin shit.
But niggas think i m trippin
like sumthin must be wrong wit him.
Really rather rob rappers, fuck doing song wit em.
I don t get along wit em
where as i ma different breed
Keep a 14 for the head, hot a.........., what
ya need weed,haze..., strictly haze on da block
[don t know the rest right now]