Lyrics:
gon' handle that business
My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch
Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky
Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats,
trying stay alive
Wow
You niggas think you on the up and up
You niggas ain't no up and up
You niggas need extra help to get on the up and up
By the way
danced every dance,fought off each advance
And was envied by every girl in town.
She had stacks and stacks of letters,class rings
And high school sweaters
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip
That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch
still awake, I gotta be up at ten tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
talk it you don't live it, instead niggas flexin' on that sus shit, Richard Simmons
Can't stomach what you giving
Start with body blows, give the beat
My name was Richard Nixon, only now I'm a girl
You wouldn't know it but I used to be the king of the world
Compared to last time I look like I've
Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
and maybe you have
All you gotta do is hit up your local ave
lookin at the female anatomy
I see what made little Richard Write, Good golly miss molly
Excuse
the fuck would you give a gun to R kelly?
Knowin' huggin' little girls was the
Only time he squeeze 8s
I bet you he ain't want that 38
Or that 40 cal filled
can see resemblance by the hair. Next is my favorite arab in the whole world, King Salman of Saudi Arabia. Girls, dont be fooled by his freindly face,
The Clock In
By: Elisha Richards
Produced by: Roddie G
Intro)
Yeahhhh, it’s time to go to work baby.
Are you ready?
(Verse 1)
Arrived a little
and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels
I
Ive ever had
I can't get your love, I can't get affection
Poor little girl, psychotic reaction"
Lenny Kaye was also a guitarist
Who began playing music
The difference is
I give two extra nuts
More than you do
No hype
I give them pipe
I am your girl type
African
I can
I Hip hop
You starting to look
Like a manican
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
It's a lot of murders in my city, talkin' eye for eye, die for die
Girls tryna lie, they're runnin' 'round out here from guy to guy, I tried
But
My little man can say ‘Daddy' now, so my drive different
Seatbelt on blinkers and Hazards I even drive different
Wheeling with my left, spin
the blame of course, I used to ask
Why did God make my brother so tall and me a dwarf?
This ain't no 'Poor little me song' that's so phony
I got a good
it be
A baby push chair getting blown by the breeze
Look at that crazy black girl running down that street
I mean real crazy, she deserves a kiss of my
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