Lyrics:
(You must remember me)
(You must remember me)
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
Yo, now you know, now you know
Ayy, now you know, and if
the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you what it is
Get the back end, go up
I'm with Lil Ant so it's time to po up
He say he a shooter then why he froze up
We dont do that talkin you gotta show us
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't
daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't
them bitches (let's go)
I know you with your folks, but that nigga is broke
You might as well open your legs up and let a nigga poke
I'm a show you
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
When I'm in the streets, it's cop go
When it come to beats, I'm top drawer
Show me you're weak, you get broke
Never been a thief, but I stole
Was
miss a show in seven, civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this
The real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confess
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity,
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
must be
Yes, I know there must be a place to go
You saw me, from the cathedral
Well, I'm an ancient heart
Yes, you saw me from the cathedral
life is just a game
People Dey win people Dey lose
Pesin Wey go make am go make am
No be by who sabi book
I no get who to complain to
I just focus on my
could go and fuckin' start a huge fire
Tryna focus on business and move higher
Still gotta trip and show them who's flyer
Stuck up on the road like
tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients EPMD and Scratch for that
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with MD, yes
tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients EPMD and Scratch for that
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with MD,
and again
Never leave the lane, never show your pain
Never show the toil
I will never fall and
By skill I will survive
When the enemy attacks you must stay
for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention
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