Lyrics:
thugging by my lonely
I ain't hanging out
You my dawg
Then hold it down when I'm not around
Need to know my people straight when I'm out of town
Street smart
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
to offer
I’m the hottest on the market
Check my-Self Out while I’m beating you
Goodnight, Mr walton this is the
Only time I’m greeting you here’s a thought
kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
And float weh left dem, yea mi leave di grung
Fi dem rat race, crab ina barrel , beat di drum
Now me and Betelgeuse a par, dawg mi deevn need e sun
Lidocaine
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
as hell)
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell on these beats, I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
pull ya out that hole to dunk
Your broken soul back to that hole you shattered now
Thou shalt not test me you could be another
To test the cold waters
trapping rap it up then send it thru the mail
This backwood hit just like a bat it Got me high as hell
Stuck in ways don't go on dates wit no rat b*tch
I
a chair?
Stop playin' with that man
Where was niggas at when
Walton wasn't playin' fair?
Yeah, stop playin' with that man
Stop, stop, yeah, stop playin' with
and fatigues
I’m a waltz
Till my he got games
Bust at the seams
I’m a Waltz on (Walton)Bills, ball
Blaze out my dreams
This is my life and I know It
So Let me
hell
Time is the conspiracy of the dollar
Information that we keep from the scholars
Bring a chip to the city like I'm Bill Walton
I knew when I was
lemons strike me in the seat
I'm gonna take one who is my thang
Crub in the bitch bubble to my gang
Niggers have a street... gotta leg and beat coming
big
my bitcoin'd become point one
By the new year, I'd nearly doubled that
Then the Asian FUD came, and it set me back
Did I get all depressed? Moan
out!
Eric: What? Sir, put ur hands up! Stop! Stop!
[Verse 3]
When you see me in the halls, you better call the feds
Cuz when I roll up on you, I don't
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:
concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Nineteen seventy-five
I was born to a hustlah
Susan m walton nubian boss
Woman life began hard
Nothing came easy raised around
Violence broken hearts
Get up off your ass
And I don't need you around me
If you gon hold me back
And I don't need no autotune for me to snap
Ima slide on this beat
This is
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