Lyrics:
yah yah yah
And I wake up widda yah yah yah
And I hit it widda yah yah yah
And I spit it widda yah yah yah
Rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga rutabaga
Ronald Rutabaga, Ronald Rutabaga
Whipping in the kitchen, call me Ronald Rutabaga
Ronald Rutabaga, Ronald Rutabaga
Baking up them dishes, call me
Eh
Nigga you sweeter than
Nigga you sweeter than
Eh eh yeah
Be on that sweetish
Like rutabaga
Nigga ya know I ain't doing favors
Claiming ya alpha
like Rutabaga
Bro keep a big AR say he not glocks or a ruga guy
It’s 2 pokes on me but they come 5 deep then we might let the glocks or the Rugas fly
Victor Vito and Freddie Vasco
Ate a burrito with Tabasco
They put it on their rice
They put it on their beans
On their rutabagas and on their
Eating bacon bits from a bag
Like it's rutabaga
Yeah
Rutabaga dosent taste that good but I think it's good
Cheesy potatoes are pretty cool
And I
I have this crazy need
To be your everything
And I will never leave
That's what I believe
Apple of my eye
Rutabaga pie
You'll help me
Lose my mind
strawberry, strawberry
Has seeds on the outside
Cause it has no secrets to hide
Rutabaga, Rutabaga
What the fuck is that?!
It sounds funny and looks like booby
T-Rex, I don't eat meat
I'd rather bit into a big, red beet
Rutabaga, sweet potato, turnips and beans
Sweet blueberries, veggies and greens
You may like
truffles, rutabagas, and roots of all sorts. Put yourself in their place...you'da been mean too!
When Jesse James was a lad he killed many-a man. He robbed
even two maybes (na-da)
I turn up on niggas like rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily (what)
That's my swag, you should pay me (okay)
Ain't that
rutabagas
I do it daily, I do it daily
That's my swag, you should pay me
Ain't that the truth?
This is my whip, ain't that the coupe?
Hustle Gang ain't
set lies in a rutabaga
I blew the place up
Flowing for freedom for real and you the faker my buddha blaze up
And my choppin' is in a shoota's nature
of color
Arugula and rutabaga share the food with my neighbor
Truly innovative like Fela Kuti and Ginger Baker
Moon raker, sun scraper, will give you five
of butter--to slick your
dead dick way. I'm in love with a
dead dog...
Paw in fist we stalk through the
rutabaga garden. We've been to the clinic,
we know
For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas,
Succotash and rutabagas.
Then came turkey from the oven.
Broke the wishbone.
Covenants were sealed and set.
wasn't, quite,
'Cause I caught him in the autumn
In my garden one night!
He was robbing me,
Raping me,
Rooting through my rutabaga,
Raiding my arugula
name is your lips I hope it taste like rutabagas
I see you sleeping on me, time to get a rude awaken
All around me
I see serpents
I tried to fight them
and faithful, patience got me rutabaga
Woke up this morning I missed the preacher's performance, I hope God keep understanding my heart
Cuz I been dormant, by now
Rutabagas are tasty
Fry 'em up in a pan!
You might think that we're crazy
Cause that's the name of our band
(That's the name, that's the name of our
back
More than a mattress hoe
Hot potato red tomato
Rutabaga watch
How the record labels
Set the able
Tryna get you off
For ya Mac sauce having em
the orchestrator
Awkward as a rutabaga
We push buttons and watch the buildings fall
Buying caskets for funerals
All black everything like usual
Yeah tay rex
Westside
courageous
They throw missiles, you can take it
Time to turn up, rutabaga
You gon' do it, sooner later
Do your thing and do it major
You'll be music's future
hard and getting paid
Counting cabbage and that rutabaga
You mad 'cause you issa slave
She mad 'cause you issa lame
We're so mad 'cause some
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