& Samuel Abraham Piland Chicchon - Please feat. vaughn pm lyrics

(Brown Sam) You can - you could probably just move it forward (Bill Walton) The two toughest guys I ever had to play against in the low post, Abdul Jabber and Kevin McHale. This guy Olajuwon is really a combination of the two with the strength of Jabbar. the moves, the light feet of McHale... Almost a combination of Mozart and Beethoven! (Brown Sam) Yeah (Vaughn PM) Yeah yeah (Brown Sam) Yeah (Vaughn PM) Yeah yeah Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Big Gang Please Please Please Please Yeah Please Tell me What would you not do for the kid? A teammate with the frontin' Playas all up to somethin' Got gas and rhythm Got white, Kris Jenner Uncle used to ride spinners Now I'm shinin' like it's me We get it back from your plug He think he lit cause he sold us a dub When I picked up, I said "let's be in touch" When I picked up, he said "let's be in touch!" I told 'em, "calm down, don't rush" I told 'em, "calm down, don't rush" On Wall Street they choppin' 'em numbers And even my n***as is choppin' and choppin' 'em numbers too! They might do it with accounts But we do it with an ounce Thank god we got zo Cause we uh prolly sold out Thank god we got those Thank god we all chosen sh** lookin' like a kids movie Thank god my neck frozen (Brown Sam) Please Tell me Why wouldn't you do it for me? Stayin' true never ends Took you all the way in Took sh** then let it Grow its own way like manure Hopelessly lurkin' for somethin' that's newer Wade through the sewer, cold as a brewer You will stay stuck in cycles When you play, front on Michaels Weren't we craftin' a loom? Weavin' forever I'm stuck in the room! Dreamin' the weather will get outta gloom Yeah, you a character, flat as cartoon Don't you embarra** her, ain't no cocoon We only human, there's so many moods! bu*ter churned, yeah we flyin' All we earned through cryin' Cut n S0wn, I Spake Now ya can't hear snakes Ain't no TD Jakes Never left that wake Imma mourn like a chore No allowance, outdoors Back then I sank Nowadays I float Yeah, there's room on the boat Yeah, there's room on my boat Look at us, Billy Goats That's enough of them ghosts Brown Sam mean hope sh** is real, no jokes! (Noel Malpica) This is wild. Go ahead and start it from here, son (Brown Sam) Cut (Noel Malpica) You mind if I start it from here? (Brown Sam) Mhm. I'm widdit