Lyrics:
hit the cat
Down to fifty hennessy
And plus we smoked a sack
I got busy on the cop
In back of the track
I'm like word that you heard
Nigga don't stop
I don't know what gives
Feels like I'm going psycho
Sweet chin music to the throat, you're hitting every note
Always seem to end up being choked by
Britney's skirt
No more free looks, you gotta put in work
To get a glimpse, seen Don Juan with all of his pimps
And they hoes on they side, sipping they
The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill, I'd have
you in my arms every night and day
Please just know for you my little one I will always pray
Rough seas and high tides will come
Stay calm and anchored
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
I've been unanswered
Gimme the token
I'm feeling anchored
There's gunna be a time, with the shots that I will miss
Maybe you get the gist
Maybe you
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
though
And in April, who the fuck you tryna fool though
Still heatin' up, but right now, I'ma keep it cool though
I don't fuck with you big shawns, stay
Prepare for launch in 3, 2, 1, go
(Yeah yeah)
Teynarr na na na
(Its Godskid on the tune)
Oh lord, shawn da boss pon the thing right now
Xt3ndo, It's
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
Notorious, Big Pun, Shawn Carter
Sean Combs and Connery all in one
Whoever told you sky’s the
Limit is looking dumb
Cause I’m 22 and I’m moonwalking on the sun
I've been earning gold call that pretty living
But that metal cold, started heavy giving
I just wanna 'Vette with the ceiling missing
But you can get
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out
to ban me from eatin pussy all night
W-W-F'n bitches
Slammin em in the rope like Shawn Mike
I can't be touched bitch, I disco in kryptonite
Shit I'm broke
Yo yo yo, huh hah
Smooth diff' in this, why'all know what's goin' on with this right here
Yo it's Shawn J., bust it
It's goin' down like that
El
tracks than Hitler 8
He tried to find a vein, he tied his bicep with the sneaker lace
They shot him in his foot like Harlem Nights, now he in outer space
Yo yo yo, huh hah
Smooth diff' in this, why'all know what's goin' on with this right here
Yo it's Shawn J., bust it
It's goin' down like that
El
Hail Mary play’s the Shawn Carter track if we’re thorough
Yeah
Check one check two check until death
Worried every other month that you might lose your
Surrounded by feds
The Pain
Bruce felt
Finding out
Alfred was dead
Riding around
With these voices
So loud in my head
Crowded like the crowd
For a
New Years
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