Lyrics:
Hmmmmm, it's about that time of the year anyway. Hahahaha!
Well! You despicable heathenistic civilictic god knows what else... mumbling jumbling oooh big
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
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,
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
Sucking on my dick, slob drip on my nuts
Fingers in her pussy, getting wet by the touch
Don't talk when I eat, ain't nothing to discuss
I'm falling for
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
want the old T?
Sorry G, that picture faded
Come get with me
What a day at the park (I like to call that)
What a day at the park (oh my God
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
like
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da couple of bullets are comin' your way then it jam
Like god damn
Then I pick up somethin' quicker, start killin' everything
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
, oh my god he's on his shit again
Do not sleep on me or you'll receive a rude awakenin
Wow who let Andy get a hold of that
Givin him a mic is like
out to Cali Chicago Philly and Boston
a shout out to Andy Hoffman.
Thank God that these idiots on fentanyl didn't really like this imbecile
so light
and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn
Now I'm a grown man, oh man
With the fuckin' habits of a the plan
I know,
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
Jurassic Park lit
Bitch, I been at it
RattPack if you live and you
Die by that shit, get it tatted
I think I done had it now, hold up, wait up
Leave 'em
the banks of the river we run
We dance with laughter
Giving praise to the Son.
by Andy Park © 1994 Mercy Publishing
god
I just beat that uncharted 4, lit
Bitch, I been at it
Rattpack if you live it, you die by that shit—get it tatted
I think I done had it now,
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
But I won't, cause I'm celibate
Dropped the fucking album of the year for the hell of it
Oh my god, por que?, is he back again
He dropped the punk
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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