Lyrics:
get you, your girl and your man blasted
Kidnapped and slapped in a van wrapped in Saran plastic
Get your damn ass kicked, by these fantastic
Furious
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
Vans oh what you can't see them
Let me cuff up my pants it would be nice if you can meet em
Catch em as I slide right by maybe 20s or 50 millimeters
I'm
Van Dyke Parks is on the phone
I try to be cool, but my thoughts won't leave me alone,
I think that what kind of world is this we're in,
Where you
of a van
Goin' somewhere that you ain't never
Been in your life
That's the reason why you caught
The fuck up right now
And you don't understand
Shit about
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
like
She ain't afraid to admit that she's a dyke
But I haven't gotten any in a while
Every girl I've ever bedded said I was too wild
Cause I like to eat
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
picked up to get me a lift to
8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike
From somebody's backyard and drop it off at the park
That was the half way
Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka...
[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you
back, mothafucka...
[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you're at Talib's table
Fab, U.G.K., table
get this through your head
It's a set up by the fed's they're scoping us with their Infra - reds
How many mic's do you rip on the daily
Many moni,
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person
like Rydas!
(Yeah! Van Dyke Gordy)
Come and take a listen
(Uh, huh) , I gunshot with precision
And I'm shankin' you in prison
And I'm making
(gang, gang)
(I don't wanna be without you)
M.I.G Moula
J'étais dans l'bloc, j'étais plein d'idées, sa mère (brr)
J'voulais viser la lune comme Amel
Yeah, yeah, I like how I sound though
Yeah the whole umbrella in here we
Here you know what's up
Yeah, uh I feel good I might
Cop a Cullinan next
The dim light superceeds the street cock fight
Straight heterosex, but I still dig Van, ya dyke
From the mic flip, metronome time skip, who will high-ship
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person
honne vere kry
En die katte gat wee moan van hulle gaan daa onne ly
Breaker breaker staan by
As j kry what i say dan kô j sieke' stadig by - hey
As sy
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
You want a goose that give gold, this much I know, Terrible though
You see you found you some cold, without a soul, unbearable woes
That's nasty
Alright, might as well swell up like Allmight
Give you the Dick Van Dyke
Dick in the dirt, in a van, dike driving
I fear my ego like Mike Tyson
Chew through
the mirror
Layin' off Percs so I start thinkin' clearer
I grab my 7.62 then I started to gear up
Dyke man ass bitch
You scared for your life
He started
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