Lyrics:
a little sex
Turn your ass out with my triple X
[Chorus: female singer]
It's Short Dawg, he came to play the game
So whatch'all want to do? He
to piss in
Call me by my middle name
I don't have a middle name
So that mean don't call me
Eyes blessed if you saw me
Clock go tick tick tick
Don't know
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back, connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
to check to see if I wreck it
The only record your man got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got
can happen
And by the way my name is
I got lots of connections wit people in high places
So if you want it just name it
I always wanted to be a
She
Ross
(Ross) you know my steez (steez)
Still holdin ki's like your
Bitch holdin these (these)
I'm a Dade County Chevy rider (rider)
But I gotta Benz
Well, we kind of got a few of Those
J. Cole's, Drake's, The Logic's, Kendrick's, Mac Miller making where the art doesn't mold
Just know my soul's never
waitin won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man, uh
{female singer}
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
my name, my name.
Sentinela da Manhã
Announcing the arrival of the Son
He has risen from the dead, Jesus
I will know when the dawn breaks
Come
barely know my name
What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing
I'ma show so you know
Niggas either do or they don't
And bein'
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
sitting at the bar
And in the mirror I could see him checking me and my guitar
And he turned and said,
Come up here, boy, and show us what you are
I
in my brain
No days off till He's calling out my name
Don't get to hot that I'll burn up in my flames
Go through life full of misery and shame
I made
he a new creation
When they look for a villain, they mention my name
Cuz I don't go y'all way but I do in God's name
ironic, I go narrow, y'all in
(featuring Slick Rick)
[Common]
Yeah yeah
You know, Slick, why do he wanna come crib
Acting like he know how the brothers live?
We have to let 'em
NO ONE KNOWS HIS REAL NAME
In a dingy upstairs hotel room
With views across the street
The singer awakes and blinks his eyes
To lose the dull
monos)
Mentone, Yucaipa
The name is MC Cracker D
The singer in this band
(listen up)
That's Cracker with a 'not a '
Or 'ncle'understand
And if
been a bad night, it's, it's finna pass by us
I heard he was a cannibal
I heard he take the skulls and eat 'em up like a cantaloupe
I heard he eat
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't
them med's
Say his name inside this song, my bro said I better not say it
Niggas lowkey want that smoke, you do, you better not say it
Get yo ass back
a team Over here 50/50 , will be by your side, down to slide, let me know when you outside
James Wade and Singer Chorus:
Yeah, you a vibe and girl you
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