Lyrics:
of this shit unless you got a blow job
Big Homie show me how to keep it goin'
I can't be no lick like no motherfucking tongue, ay
Big Homie tell me how
to his brain
Pussy nigga you done got yo blood all on my kicks
Tell me now before I spill your blood all on your bitch
He said "Chris I knew that's you, I
of sheep led by a lion
And watch them defeat an army of lions led by a sheep
Why am I sharing this?
Because you are liken to a lion
And in you lies power
two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me
It's lil'
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
[chorus]
Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai
Tell me what's the story,
Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai
Tell me what's the sceal
Tell me Seanchai tell me
duh, uh buh duh, what the fuck are you saying
Please, tell me you’re playing
Tell me you’re joking, that or you fell, maybe you’re choking
Maybe your mic
Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat (??).
music white boy can't hear you
You're weakenin' fast, yo! And I can tell it
Your body's gettin' hot, so, so I can smell it
So don't be mad and don't
mistake I've given birth to?
Or the Lion's Den the Liars Shelter I'll plant my life into?"
Smother me, tell me I'm the Hell-born child of scenery
All these white lies
Just to get me by
To find the courage to talk to you
Find the courage to talk to you
All these white lines
Just to get my fine
me to follow their path to the afterlife
I've got an appetite
For nice things and pipe dreams that my enemies could be blasted by
New metaphors
you want it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do
Tippin' for life that's like makin' it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you, get your
If we get locked up by the night, I know them folk gone try and hold us
Got gram for nigga on white, and we keep siph' for niggas who poured up
They keep trying to tell me I'm the one,
Even though they keep taking away from,
My hard work on the is road to come up,
I've been out grinding,
Look like he rocking a snap back
Tryna catch up but by me you shall not pass
I keep a staff
Gonna support my all but I don't know bout being a stan
regrets)
I've been feeling so alone, just like I'm so lost, just like I'm
Yeah, they miss the old me
I think they want me to OD on codeine
They want my
much your paint cost? Look like it just got rained on
Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin'
Your Nissan, your Neon, your old
aren't allowed that thought
and believe me, if they were, they would use it.
There'd be a lot of dogs and cats, owned by assholes
that live in
not enough nerve to fly
Tell me why? Can you tell me why
You'd wanna be like what you see presented to your eye
When you know it's TV and most TV is
Watchin' Half Baked,
At the cabin by the Lake.
See the blue and white plates,
See the wood on the panel.
I may be Chanel Oat, Chilly O, Flannel Coat .
And we not throwing hands, better stop it
You ain't see no white flag when we squash shit
And you know what's gon' happen when Tune put me right
Meow!"
Tell me 'bout your kitties
Do they fill you with laughter?
And which cartoon characters did
You name them after?
House is full of stacks of dvd's
Had to tell em I ain’t tryna listen
I told Karen to just mind her business
I can’t fall off, man you niggas trippin'
Black cat is on me
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