Lyrics:
at my own pace
I weigh the coke by the eights
You know what come in different colors?
White, brown, tan, butter
We cook it up wit the Moet
Give the fiends
leave a eye witness
Barry White triplets, I'm grabbin em
Plus the Eddie Floyd Stax album in
The back by the bathroom
Knowin all this shit no one knows
Way
life
What I'm saying is very deep, you should call me Barry White
We who ain't at war playing with our lives and their tracks
We'd appreciate life more
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
're standing right in front of me
And it feels just like a song
By Barry Manilow
It's like being round your parents
Cuz you feel judged and I do too
But now
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
I want to describe my discovery
In the simplest terms possible
Because it will reveal to you why it is true
That’s whatever the mind can
Deceive
a gimmick
On My missionary I will never pick a position
By bedside light I unwind
With Barry Weiss's opinions
While everybody's offended
I'm just steady
Hey, it's Tad, what's up?
Me and the googs hanging out all day
Me and him, we're the bros
The duo, the pals, and everything you know
Me and him, we
y'all flinching
Know that y'all are normal
So you can't resist me
When I'm flowing on the metronome
You can't predict me
I be busted like I'm psychic
to Barry white soon as I meet her
Ima make you practice what you preach
Ima her legs shake when I eat her
Ima make the bed break when I beat her
Get some
said to me
I name you Stan Deliver
Cos' nothing in life's for free
But, Barry White a minute right on
Barry White a minute right on
Right on
Right
take all yo shit then I bbarruie it
You talking to much t then I pury it
You say it serous and I'm too nafaouius I know you so carouis therez pounds
keep reading between the lines
Because you've run out of alibis
It's time you owned up to something
If everyone else is wrong all of the time
Maybe it's
The time has come to tell you
Of the tale of Mary Drew
Who buried sixteen husbands by the
Age of twenty two
Some say that she's a monster
The evil
Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean
Since the day you stepped in to the M.C scene
Step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean
Since the day you stepped in to the M.C scene
them hoodies on
When you see us y'all better run
We ain't forget about Trayvon
We ain't forget about Phillip White
We ain't forget about Jerame Reid
Riot
Because it's church, sittin' down relaxin' the niggas first, but really after
If you hate the way I'm doin' this, nigga, usually the fuckin' congruent
Doin'
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
a T-Rex
Your well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
The fix you done copped was mixed
Patrol high tower, my power
a T-Rex
Your well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry White's throat box
The fix you done copped was mixed
Patrol high tower, my power
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum.
lathered in lumps and gathering dust
See, you and all of your cronies so bologna fully phoney
c total fake you orchestrate like Sergio Leone
But on stage I'm
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