Lyrics:
Virtual pimpin', we mackin' in 3-D
Miss me with that shit
Yeah, that ain't no jive
Down with the P Funk, F U N K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Why
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
american nonsense penned by the rich, not a routine friend in a pinch, still not used to the stench, how it throws off otherwise lucid events, in the case
national anthem
Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot
Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the ones
up, and let the window down, here she come
The American way, I was taught how to.
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Too $hort]
Playa get you pimpin'
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
must've lost the beat
Started going in for my feast like I forgot my teeth
Jim Thorpe isn't in the public conscious P
All I'd ever see was black and white
[Styles P]
The ill rap niggaz that kill
Destroy shit but they able to build
Come fuck with the real
Coward, better play your part
This shit'll lace yo'
Hey, yah, hey, I'm on ma' way now, (JNp)
Hey, yah, hey, I'm on ma' way now
Word olay intellect, (Word Play)
Hey, yah, hey, I'm on ma' way now
Free
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
a connection to Christmas music and it began in early childhood spurred on by three things. My culture, my family, and my city. I'm a born and raised new Yorker.
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P
three times...
Gonna be like Jesse James."
Now the Conch Train is a tourist toy
That rolls through Key West Town
Like some weird ride from Disneyland
It
at 4, the cops at my door
Police trying to id little American me
But I was on the plane by 3, flee American greed
To the south with my folks where they
*SEVEN, OH, THEY THE GOLD MEDALIST, THE AMERICAN BRAVERY AWARD FOR THE P.D.A....OH YEA...OH YEA...
THEY WAS AWARDED THAT IN 2002...
*EIGHT, PUPPIES THEY
It's no sequels, B3 cases, C3P0's
Before Morpheus and Neo was killin' 'em
We was duckin' roulette's in the hood like Remo Williams
Understand
3D
Bitch going thru the table
Like the trilogy of Fable
Everytime we play I want a different ending
Cause if the back stop bending and the sex get
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
up
Hold it down and live it up
R I P Pimp C and pour it up
People say i wouldn’t make it but so what
Trust
I bet I bust
It’s a must that I stay
swang, ya saw crawlin
Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro]
Try me just one time, I show you
It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got
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