Lyrics:
I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we make love
And how awful it tastes
Blinded by judgement
And lost in
My misogynist ways
Call me today
spider web
Spider web (repeat 3x)
In Ray Charles' head
I dreamed about Ray Charles last night
He took me flying in the air
Showed my own spider webs
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to rock for you once more
I don't worry about what he said or she said
As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed
the one that glowed
I used to make go-karts, now rappin' is my art
Scott La Rock still lives inside my heart
Now I'm a lover of hats, I make money in
inna your what's it not
I could rock longer, but fair is fair
So C. Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah)
C. Brown, are we in the clear? (Yeah)
Makin'
in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent
You burn up
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
My sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my afterlife
Laughin', my shit
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Copped them 28-inch Birdmans, mami (check out me)
With fine brown
thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Copped them 28-inch Birdmans, mami (check out me)
With fine brown
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
fuck is on your mind?)
When I get down in my zone
I be rockin' bad brains and fishbone
I ain't tryin to slow your groove
But that ain't the way I'm
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
to hell and lemme pay my toll
Gimme good lovin' lyin' in my bed
But don't ya try to tell me you think rock n roll's dead
Let's rock
And lemme save my soul
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
Boosie Badazz
Rozay, I know about that nickel rock
In the match box I saw my first nickel rock
Cash city, nigga with his first nickel spot
Rest in
the 'burban, blades
And I popped up twice
Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know
Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes
Chain on my neck, rocks up on my
the 'burban, blades
And I popped up twice
Wood strip got gold, lettin' them boys know
Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes
Chain on my neck, rocks up on my
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