Lyrics:
to a club, and I don't have to sweat
Chill, time to go, but you don't have to get up yet
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
I can be the U.S., and don't have to war
I
wonder how you could be so misled
Hear survivors grieve
And listen to the wounded moan
Next time try a peaveful approach instead
Now Brother Kenneth, if you will
Give me a little tweet-tweet on that Cadillac B#3 organ
Listen to Brother Kenneth now (yes!)
Yes, Handsome Harry,
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise and she
passed that phase
Now people look at her like why the fuck he act that way?
I gotta (wake up)
About three years ago we were doing a show
And we
motherfuckin' witness, this nigga ain't bullshittin'
If you don't believe me, listen for yourself.
[White Boy]
Let me hip you the game, bitch
Take a glimpse
Wild, majestic, longs for freedom,
Trapped, imprisoned, bound by unseen chains
Stuck here in this tiny country,
What a waste of such fantastic
While listening to DMX, not even remotely
Close, listen closely, I'm the most sickest rapper
Leaving no sistine chapel, I am blown trough some chapters
them muhfuckas we faded
Middle finger you and them mothafuckas who hate it
Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
By the time they wake up,
[Verse 1: Jason Fox]
I Get It Rocking Like A Boat When I Go Fishing..
A Yo Listen I'm The General And Tso Chicken.
(Jason Fox) You Can Tell By
Your car stereo is state of the art,
My ghetto-blaster is fallin' apart.
But, Hey man! Your all show,
You only listen to techno (echo)
Scream!
Your
[Verse 1: Jason Fox]
I Get It Rocking Like A Boat When I Go Fishing..
A Yo Listen I'm The General And Tso Chicken.
(Jason Fox) You Can Tell By
Well you know I got the get go
Comin up one gouroujina 3.30
Fast it's like I got a cracker up my ass
Crass educated middle middle class
Half caste
you would just listen.
Deep, deep inside of yourself
There is a soul starving for some affection
Been waiting for years but the time passes by
All
know nobody no bitch stare
No telling when you're fucking with a psycho
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm looking for a slida - some jack the ripper shit
So I
So let's go back to the Caddy won't slow down, go down
Hit the next street at the party gonna throw down
3 dollars to get inside
LBC flying
knockin' on ya door
We done dropped another one, we do that three times in a row
You know I got that gas, we got them bags for tha low
Beatin' her back 'til
attention
Creepy wearing snakeskins
In a competition with me
They ones and I'm 10
Walkin by em, broke they necks, hella bent
I can't believe it
I can't, I
Yuh ayy
Listen
Went to Texas for a few days
Wanted to scout out the properties
Lookin' like I won a lottery
None of the hate really bother me
but I rise
In this track meet I won the prize
(Let's go)
But I don't compromise, and that's all
When it comes to pride, listen
I realized if you're
Attention all shoppers
I hope you had a great time shopping here at Matty's Mattresses
But unfortunately we are closing down in about three
I'll be biding my time, waiting for you down here
Finding haven for the angel the queen
When you find a backbone, come join us three
I can't get lower
it
Young nigga preparin' to depart
G5 jet we sit in
My wrist and necklace glisten
Put that bitch out, She don't listen
I ain't scared to make no
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