Lyrics:
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
HudMo Dope says "what's up?"
Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space
but one thing
identity saying she is ONE SEVEN
For the movie imma go back and spit at her throw at
the chick like my name is Tech N9ne Bitch!
When I
felt us mothers prayed for us
Teachers failed us felons came home caught another F
There's another memorial there's another death
Niggas got murdered
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
my thumb (yeah, yeah)
I might blow it all just for fun
Today I smoked a cutie out the pound (yeah,yeah)
I'm young nigga rich and I love it
Whole team
young niggas come on baby
We finna go to my little hotel and shit
Ha ha, to see if you can fade me, feel me?
Hey, don't trip of the 'B' word
That's just
fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
But in the ill gangstas
fucking indie kid
Didn't imitate the smiths
We wouldn't have death cab for cutie
Or the fucking shins
So please be calm, it's not a competition
Art is about
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
many places to go
With Death Cab for Cutie
On the radio
We'll drive and we'll climb
Till we lay down and die
We've got one way to go
And that's side by
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
fucking AK all day
You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't
You don't do a goddamn thing
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
wrist
And I tap it and take it by take to the twist
Yeah, I gotta go for it to floor in a foreign and leave something more for a couple of kids
and Airwaves Death Cab for Cutie
Turn me off put on a CD
Turn me off put on a mother-flipping CD
Uh oh my gosh that is a lot of CDs
But okay we will take them
his crackhead click.
Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks.
One day he slipped up, caught two shells to his gut.
But he recovered
To say
an open door
So it got me thinkin', what am I tryin' for?
When I was young I was so very dumb, eager to please
A lil', trick on a mission tryin' to get
Sell more than they sell, I feel you
Ay yo Capo act up, do what you do homie, go 'head homie
I'm waitin' in the wings for somebody to act stupid, I'm
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