Lyrics:
n greens I'm a scene of amazement
You'll be picking all your teeth up off the fucking pavement
Is that Kracker with a see?
Naw Kracker with a K!
Isle
I got style, but it dosn't show
I got more love for Detroit then you'll ever know
I know cats that sling crack and cats that scrap
Cats that bust
Callin' yourself Jeezy, boy, you know you ain't that Trap
Don't make me laugh, this shit too easy. plus, you Know I am that krack
I just wanna tell y'all
ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherfuckers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where
660 billion a year is what's spent by congress
But no money for world hunger come on lets be honest
Cause y'all are real dishonest how do you even clear
on psychiatric watch
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Show and prove for what?
I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fucked
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Not again (?)
about thinkin' tryin' to free my mind
You know I love Uncle Kracker he's a cool DJ
I like Prince Purple Rain, Henry's Purple Haze
I like Hank
responsibility' So when you got
A white lady in a
Courtroom, who don't know you from
A can of paint
Saying I'm not shit and I need to
Be put in jail? That's
'em say uncle, make 'em say uncle
Who? Make 'em say uncle - huh
Make 'em say uncle - who?
Make 'em say uncle, uncle
You know what I am
Say what,
move busta rymes
Is sitting with ur one and only uncle shine
(its kracker)
Yeah yeah scooby dooby doo where are you? I found
Something you might
a better person
I hope I get to watch you grow from children all the way to amazing adults
But God forbid I don't have that opportunity
I want you to know
kind of sad and
I said you too? I said No Doubt I know how that be happenin
But I need all the Dixie Chicks jus to gather in
And let me explain jus
manly shit
I love watching the way his mind works, he asks a million questions
Uncle, Why is The sky Blue?
Uncle, How do Cars Go?
Uncle, why Don't Dogs
rollin' witchu
You never got a person hit i spray the guns
Don't play the drums but know
How to work wit' sticks
Bitch you not a thug and you not
The plug
woulda got niggas shot
If you was home, you woulda did mad shit
But get over it, nigga, you not
You know how many times I laid in that cot?
Claustrophobic
loved some ladies
I still love Jim Beam
And they both tried to kill me
I think they both tried to kill down there with you in Tennessee
When that doctor
Simmons Philadelphia Cass', you was
(not the shooter)
Aye y'all know when a dog get neutered
Another word for that is "castrate"
How ironic, cause Philly,
the mission to rescue dance music from the blahs
We're not gonna do it by fighting--Get up! Get down!
Uncle Jam wants you to funk with him
La da dee da dee
I ain't sayin that I'm wrong, but I still got love for you
'Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beast crew's in the party
move busta rymes
Is sitting with ur one and only uncle shine
(its kracker)
Yeah yeah scooby dooby doo where are you? I found
Something you might
hail the pale, you know what I'm sayin'
16-6, lmf, I love Loyalty
Y'all know I'm Ghost Face and Pale Face reppin
And ill la familia, steppin', fuck you
the hardest fucking beats the Midwest don't know how to act
Look at that, mediocre, but they hittin' like a dad
Belt 'n' buckle, time to scuffle yeah
White
Hold On This c Grow On You, Im Really c Street Fighter
Finna Chun Li c Kracker Have Em c Shitting In c Diaper
You c Thot Get Off My Tots I'm Creating
show you love like I got from your gran'
You can ask Uncle Creen, how I know him
We went to school together, when we were kids
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