Lyrics:
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
on Keesha and Shante'
Rolling it like this track was raggae
I roll through the hottest club!
With about a hundred thugs!
Get about a thousand bucks
For
Now, folks let me tell you about a feller I know
His home is down in Tennessee
He made his living stealin' chickens
And everything else he could
I know I'm not one of a kind
I know I'm not some genius
Just cause I come up with a couple lyrics
But it keeps my mind off other things
It keeps me
bitches are loving it, rubbing it in
Chuckling, couldn't do nothing, play it off
"What you bumping? Trunk Muzik? Yelawolf's better," fucking bitch
They
remember what I said
Human'll find truth to tell a lie
Take away my past and don't show me I can fly
Sly like Stone, it's on, you say peace
I can't
take full advantage of wealth, I
Managed to dwell within these parameters
Still cramming the shelves full of Hamburger Helper
I can't even help it
blown it off
And let the death toll grow
The last guy failed
So please don't blow it, Joe
Don't blow it, Joe
We're all counting on you
To help us see
dances
What is in my hands will take yo last glances
Fuckin' wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be
Nigga sittin' on the side of me
My mentality
Guess it said, hey Joe, I'm going home with you
Turn your phone off, I need to be alone with you
I need to be in the zone with you
Cause I'm the only
dissed my boy Rodney O)
That's right, Joe, they played us like a damn Nintendo
Didn't take the right info like it was reported
Twisted up my words,
in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set
[Hook]
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
Set It Off in this muthaf***a
Wodie, Wa**up, Wodie, Wa**up
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
saviour
Maybe he’ll take you
Maybe he’ll make you feel warm
Maybe he will make you cum
Maybe it's not worth the thought
And I’m just winding myself up
I'm
said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothing ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
'bout to take this whole thing to Mars (lift off)
Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don't know what we been through to make it
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don't get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know
I'm fifteen, I ain't green
dinero
Like Joe Pesci, Hov' is so deadly
In the middle of the ocean, racin on jet skits (*PYOOM!*)
Get your mind right or get it on your left sleeve
dancing with our friends"
(I'll take her word for it the slumber
Parties were not jungle-themed in Canarsie)
You heard it here first "Anaconda" is about
ever be done
I'm havin' a cup of joe with Ol' Saint Nick
Havin' a cup of joe with Ol' Saint Nick
I gave him a wave
As he took off on his sleigh
moving too fast
You better move into a different lane
Oh what a shame
They though I weren't gonna bust, then I came
Took off the condom, made it rain
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