Lyrics:
Think I give a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo PMRC, here we go, raw
Yo Tip, what's the matter? You ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin'
for
Walk you by your arms, as I take you to the door
Wink, Wink you know what's in store
Romance and Champagne
Let's set the scene, before we make
and feel most
Passionate about when you're on
Stage and touring?
Do you have any of those "ah ha"
Moments when you're onstage, and you're like
"wow?"
MGK:
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out
Switchblades pump gauge, whatever you about
Burn you to ya hood we could bang for the work
For
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n'
Let's get it going
Yeah, yeah
I'm about to Picasso a new picture for you motherfuckers
I'm back, yeah
I just want every one of you motherfuckers that
how life played out for us
Locked up or not
Ama hold this motherfucker down
I hope that all ya all maintain that Connection with those close to you In
This one’s for you, all about, been about
Thought about, I always come back to you
(I always come back to you
This one’s for you)
This one’s for you
the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't
watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(Now when we rock upon the mic, we rock the mic,
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
and Wesson
A pen in my hand is more dangerous than an army yours
If you wanna fuck with me then we gon send you to the morgue
I chop up a beat the same way I
Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family And
We want ya'll all to know, that it's time
To rock rock ya'll
Freak freak ya'll
To the beat
showin' off my riches
Do not give a fuck about bitches, these bitches is never winnin
Tay and Jay forever twinnin
You can't flex above us wow
We gon' hype
my)
Talk about it how they talk about it
You heard me in Peter Pan
Yea' they talk about me
Go n’ tell the world we at war
There’s no doubt about it
Go
To those keeping families, to those folks who still rely
I salute you, one message, keep trying
I like cold beers and some really nice sex cause it takes
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
narrow
They stripped like its Meryl
And we moving in this cycles
Who cares what you might do
It's all about what you done
And what you done is merely what
religions the same as the pigeons
From Francis of Assisi
To the fans of AC/DC
We all shall live again
For the nightingales were seized with a panic
So we'll get right down and get you a groove
For you to dance, you got to be hot
So we'll get right down and make you rock
Now the system's
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
You're thuggin and you love the streets
Huggin the block, sellin rocks, gettin major heat
And niggaz hatin, and you ain't stop to think about
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