Lyrics:
the landlord and landlady
They say "do you want to play some tunes", I say "maybe", I say "maybe"
I wrote this little diddy, inspired by my mate Glyn
The worlds
new crescent wrench, oh
Oh, a brand new crescent wrench
We had three fine children
As eight years went on by
I learned a supervisor's line
My
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
a little bit of coin
Now I’m counting big stash
I get the bag
And go to the bank
You get the bag
And go to the trash
Hop out the whip
I
Care
Less
Brand
New
the flow cuz I'm thinkin crazy and I'm rappin lazy
Fuck boy tried to play me
Little did you know I got a brand new kit
Glock wit a beam and a brand new
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
You're gonna be exposed to the real me a little bit more. I can tell you I had to reintroduce myself to everybody I know. My mother my father. Listen
a brand new bag
Something real light like a brand new jag Something real tight with a brand new flair
But in real life you ain't brand new dog you the same
When you understand the concept, then you'll know; "wow
I gotta listen to this song again!"
Uhhehe
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
released me from a prison stretch
Listen if you dissin’ it’s like wrists are slit
And wishing death
And get the backhand
Like when little children
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
can't, it help me medically
I'll get a Emmy and Grammy and Oscar and when I am done, Imma go for Tony
Feeling like remy cause I'm gonna sauce her
I'm
And you can get the fickity-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be
grime
Business, listen up yo
I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne
But god forgive me if I lose my temper
Two minute phone call to a gang member
Shots
That's my only terms and conditions
Listen
A little air fresh is really all I need
Let me go and take a walk
Put my mind at ease
Take one step at a time
So
in my element
Could I have even done that if i wasn't Smacked
Nah, Look
Nah Listen, Listen, Listen
Woof Woof
I'm not a dog
I can keep it jumping up
listen to REEZ
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm with my dogs like everyday
Getting this money we trynna get paid
Im getting pay-yay-yay-aid
(Pay-yay-yay-aid)
Im
waters by sense of smell
Which is even more keen than that of a dog or a bear
Wow, my family also rely on ocean currents, tides
The gravitational pull
mouth
Start swearing like a sailor from the Dirty South
My arm got scratched by an innocent dog
Still gotta take the little bitch out for a jog
I can't
when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind
Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God,
but you don't listen
Yuh, in a fast car with the windows tinted
Feel the breeze cause the windows cracked a little bit
Yuh
Big dogs, yea I'm talking
makes a beeline for your lap
But when you leave and come home
You're all alone
Cuz kitty's out the cat door
Listen for moans
Oh no, no note by the phone
are better left unbroken
How will love survive
How will love survive
Little by little, step by step
We will kill the dirty heads
Heart to heart
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