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
mom!
Other Man:Let me talk to the superstar!
Mom: Okay, here's your brother!
Other Man:Thanks, mumsy... Hey shitstains, how's it hangin?
Not bad,
that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money
Cutlass, Monte Carlo's, and Regals still
Shorty, shit don't stop let's keep it real
Vettes, Vipers, trucks, and bikes
Pullin' all that shit out
don't shine
So back off and let me get mine
Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits
If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its
Wait, don't wanna hear no
off and let me get mine
Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits
If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its
Wait, don't wanna hear no drama
Cause
don't shine
So back off and let me get mine
Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits
If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its
Wait, don't wanna hear no
don't shine
So back off and let me get mine
Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits
If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its
Wait, don't want to hear
dream of Jeanie
I don't think so, peace, I gotta go
And shake like an earthquake, cousin, for Pete's sake
To my man
Here come's the rugged one,
searching but they come up dry
Half way in that waking dream
Carlos lets the land line ring
He'd never guess it was Ruby calling
A pin in her hip from
a man
Come and mess around with me baby
Just let me show you what I'm made of
(Pete Rock, ayy)
I'll take a look inside inside your heart
(Ayy ayy)
Don't
my place?"
Pete's like "Nah, how 'bout TGI Fridays?
I really love you, Lauren, and I know you trust me
But it's our first time meeting, I don't
day
I don't mind if you try it all day
You know Thugger let you ride all day
Yeah, let you ride all day
You can go get what you like all day
It
to this track
And I don't care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Well, it’s hot,
and King Jacob it's time these haters shape up
And wake up, cause while we got TV's on the ride
And D's on the ride, don't hate us cause your girl want
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them
Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up
Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys
Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them
chopper, no new blade shit
I go crazy on this beat right now
I really gotta go and spit heat right now
Don't matter what the fuck it's prada
Well fitting
You are my ten thousand roses and I let you go
Before I make the same mistake just hold me in your arms
We belong you know it in your heart
Look where
#@OHENESAVANT
Go and grab that you don't have plenty of time
It's only a matter of time before they take your mind
Programmers decide your thoughts and design
If
rhymin, flowin on time and
Stop your whinin, y'all couldn't let go
Since I flowed over the remix of "Grindin'"
[Chorus: Kardinal]
We good (we good)
looking pale, well that's my pigment
'Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing
the type to fake it
I wouldn't try to take it
Tie your girl to the back
Of my Jeep butt naked
Slide her monkey ass down the hill
So if you don't want beef,
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