Lyrics:
I've been on the fritz and lately been off the shits
I almost called it quits til I put in my all my chips
No Arthur but I used to ball my fists
Now
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
Feel like I'm Harden, I was shootin' on Artesia with him (yeah)
Baby said she need commitment, I guess I'll think about it
I never leave without it, he
Yea I want the crown and I'm coming for it
Don't give a fuck what you feeling or if you feel annoyed
I'm fresh to death I'm walking dead
Coulda
the world once more starts making sense
I'll unwind for a change, really? That'd be strange
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea, I'll sit
Aye
That was way back then on the nine-ten
I remember well, it was nine-ten
Many years have passed since the nine-ten
Nine-ten, talking 'bout
disturbed from it he
Feels like the person
That's facin' him is violating
His personal space
He's a groundhog that's why he wakes up
And writes the same verse
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
chopping off heads like King Arthur
People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime
because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre
Spanish Fly and Point Blank
Putting it down ese
Yeah
Mexicano style
Simon
That's how we do it
[Lil' Rob]
San Diego, Southern California that's what I
cost me
Surround by bosses
Now my money longgggg
Verse 1 :
My bitch she had left
She told me i needed help
I told her that i needed wealth
Look
And regale another Tale
To be a fly on the wall
And take it all in
Tune out the noise
That's been accumulating
And for a moment
Everything seems clear
Then
Used to get teased by my friends, cause I had bigger feet
I think about them jokes and laugh, crack a smile
Cause as a child, I never knew that being
I believe in something
And that's me, Mickey MauSe my splash reach
Is longer than rap sheets
By criminal athletes
To me it's a sport, vacation in
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
Crown in my mouth so I'll Figure it out
And I don't got much but a backbone
Stand for the ground that I strut
Much applause when I'm back home
Sharing my
?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
Holy Fred led a holy mob to slay the gays
An old coot that hates thrash but likes Arthur Miller plays
In the name of Jesus, he strokes his holy
got no paper then steal this CD
Listen man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me, it don't feel
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
I don't
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