Lyrics:
a nutshell,
what a lively idea.
O.k. stay put, while I escape from here.
We, we got to get out of this place.
We, we got to get out of here.
We, we got to get
magic, better known
as the Nasty Boy Klick, N.B.K., are you down?
she loved Jodeci
Who gives a FUCK about K-Ci, he's just as skinny as me!
Heh, don't get me wrong at singing songs nobody's better
but +I Get Around+
at home watching your TV set
You've got your hand holding
your fucking dick,
and you're cumming
in your fucking mouth... O.K.
Yep!
That ATUY2K, here.
Up and do it on my mass men affiliates.
Now, vibes.
You like that?
All we gotta do is
Record the song and tweak the mix
Nobody takes their cases to court
Not ever if there are adequate grounds for suspicion
O.k., well I'll make it short
They take their grade in
Whatever, dude.
It's the P-a-t-are-I-see-k with the t-h-see m d-m- a
So listen while I wreck it
Then listen to the record
Check it wait another second this
oh-k-l-Y-n
And if I wasn't, nigga, then why would I say I am?
I'm from the (slums) with the (bums) and the (rats) and the (guns)
Where the drugs get slung,
bubble Benzes
Seringes, Cartier lens'es
I'm not in the game, I'm in the business
La-ke, the K-I-D
Had the head detective Connely, following me
Black
to piss on hoe's
My nigga Milion said he make 'em touch they toes
Bitches get slick on some K-why shit
Then I turn to Aaron Hall on some Bye-Bye shit (Bye
on
Yeah I'm a dead man walking out
Yeah too late to change
So many escapades led me astray
Look there goes the time I first held an A K
Aimed at your way,
Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga
Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus
My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise
(Chorus-Kastro)
somethin to eat
Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers
Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us
(Mil a.k.a Hellraza)
I was raised
street sweep A.K'er
I don't care
[Chorus: x2]
I like the darkness
Its bout to helly flow (It pours)
Tornado sirens
Let it rain
Wicket shit
Its
Crystal in my glass
[Verse1: (Sing)]
Take my keys to my 2k Jaguar please
Park it next to the cherry red Benz
Yhe one with the hoodie
And all his
as fun
Now midnight racin' at the K Mart 'round 1979
I betcha I'll beat to the garden shop, seemed like a good idea at the time
So I buckled up for
wanna go oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
To the late night double feature picture show
By R.K.O Whoa oh-oh-oh
To the late night double feature picture show
In the back
something special
But I don't want to say
I'm building a statue of her
Made out of special K
She's a party on the everglades
She's endangered
mean, and mean what I say
Fast and D-G, repping for B-K
We do this the Pitch Black way
Today's the tomorrow that you should've feared yesterday
Another broken child
I pretend it's o.k. when you lie to love me
You're the wolf outside my door
And I swear you're waiting to break my soul
Don't you
waste-your-life-away stance
'cause it's cool to be tragically hip:
Fools rule the Universe - it's O.K.
You say you want blood but drink piss all day
I say hang the queen
Philadelphia, D.C.
Shaten, K.C.
be More and Cadillac
St. Louis is on the map
Come on
(CHORUS)
Manifest agrees, 360 of these
The whole Earth manifests seven
peers hit the driveway
My nigga Spence is on the side of the house, totin' a K
Windows are tinted, so we can't see this nigga's face
In a minute, it's
you need--these days
They'll feed you the facts
Leave you like a kid on a railroad track
Our reason is fading away
O.K.
Not much left I can do
I
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