Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On My Way, artist - Suga Free. Album song Street Gospel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
On My Way |
Okay baby, you sayin' that to say what? |
Uhh uhh, that’s drama, no nah |
You done picked that shit up from yo' momma |
Now I ain’t |
Finna to break no finger nail going «oops» upside yo head |
Yeah, I love you baby, but not like that |
Yo' love ain’t never paid my bills or put no clothes on my back |
Wait, «what do you see,» said the blind man |
Who heard the deaf man say he saw Suga Free just drop the bomb and it went «boo yah» |
Then when I am feeling them year 2025 feelings |
I move, in a real way |
Sometimes I like a nice hot, proper, hairy head full of sweat from sex |
On the couch first |
And when it starts feeling good, you always stop saying |
«Ughhh, my m-m-mouth hurt!» |
And them chil’run |
Baby got kids so bad they’ll piss you off to the highest level of pissitivity, |
running they mouth smelling like urine |
Don’t hurt the pimpin baby |
What we don’t know each other any more because instead of a girlfriend I’d |
rather have a hoe |
You won’t catch me holding hands, kicking cans, walking a tightrope saying «she loves me, she loves me not» man |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help |
me God) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(Because the name of the game is cop and blow) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(this time, don’t leave nothing so you don’t have to come back and get it) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(Yeah, I know thats you callin and hangin up. Putting 187 in the pager) |
Wait, no who the hell you talkin to? |
Always crying about what I do and don’t do for you |
Now thats your problem always bringing up the past |
If I wasn’t on parole I woulda kicked yo ass |
Cuz you lookin for a sucker in the |
Wrong place |
You don’t know it but a playa gets |
Lonely |
But that don’t mean I have to act so |
Phoney |
Because all you got to offer your |
Punanny |
Uhh uhh, nah |
What you got yo hands in my face for? |
Oh, you doin too much |
Wronger than two left shoes, but you don’t know |
And I gotta get (gotta get) |
Out your house cuz I be hungry |
And all you got is one potato with roots growing out of it |
I’m 24 right |
But in dog years let me see |
For every one human year that’s seven years for a dog |
Follow me |
So seven times twenty four — wait |
Seven times four is twenty eight |
Carry the two, alright I got the figure |
I’m one hundred and sixty eight |
And its a shame that we can’t do lunch |
Cuz you get all riled up until I say |
«Baby don’t get your panties in a bunch» |
And just like jolly rancher candy |
The same way I peel of that plastic wrapper |
Is the same way I pulled of babies panties |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(No, no, give me them keys, you leaving in a cab today baby) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(No, no, don’t go looking up in that closet, because you don’t got nothing up |
in there) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(Yeah don’t be calling my Momma house pestering everybody either!) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(Uhh, uhh, nah… I see my son when — Don’t be poppin up over here!) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(Where way? Take of that watch, that necklace, them rings, that belongs to her |
now) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
(Oh, and before you go quit blowing up my pager with 911 just to see what I’m |
doing) |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |
I can be on my way, on my way, on my way babe |