Lyrics:
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
wanna show stop
Bitches wanna grow in tropics i'm in Bahamas
I got like 18 baby mommas'
But they don't know that yet next Week
I'm a Force Corvette that's
Wanna be some kids?
Have you ever worked for somebody that ain't
Never wanna wanna meet your kids?
That's definitely a job, yeah
Plant, don't stop now in
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I don't stop rappin' like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
to Kingston
(One) one by one, dem a come random
Ay, bwoy, nah talk to me if you nah talk millions (oop)
For di tun, tun, tun dem ah run, run, run
And a wan'
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
do I wont be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms
I
drinkin' gin
Beat you like you be fuckin'
Up in school again
Beat you like you ain't take out the trash
Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo ass
I don't leave
dry and the newborn calves don't die
Another year for Mary will have flown
Another year for Mary will have flown
Mary Martin was a school girl,
gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try
much to stomach
This must be Reaganomics
These ain’t for Martin Luther
Don’t let that name dupe ya
And how he’s born violent
He’s on that younger future
to get your head wrapped
Skull shot, bald spot
You'll never grow ya dreads back
Yo this nigga dead Smack
Don't stop the fight
If you Hulk Hogan leg drop
a chocolate strawberry
Boys freshly dipped
It's so true
I'm aka saucy fondue
Gear sick when I walk by
You be like ha-chu
Mix Mike I got you
It's on this time
I
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
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