Lyrics:
(Jimmy Fallon as Nicolas Cage)
Who? What? Where?
(Jimmy Fallon with British accent)
That's all I got for that one actually. Next up, uh, comedian
nice and cool
At the hotel I hang by the pool
And I stay away from those who juul
My homies are cool, they ain't cruel
They got my back with whatever I
the greatest heart,
everywhere i go,
no matter who I show,
and I'm mr. smalls
Hey all you people,
my name is mr. smalls,
and some of the girls are saying I'm
having me
Bitch, I raised you from the dead, Who am I to overflow
A dog, oh, I don't know
By da choice, I choose to grow
Other trees they plateau
of all evil
'Cause crooked or legal
It's all manipulated by the eagle
And be my motive for murder
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Lord knows I was hurt from
sixty-two packages of cigarettes. why are you carrying all zees into germany for? what are you doing this for?
I . . . I . . .
How long have you been livin'
of us, not on some of us, but on all of us. On we the people who seek a more perfect union. This is a great nation, we are good people. And over
new
All things new
Write, for these words are faithful and true, oh!
Blessed are those who wash their robes
So they may have the right to the Tree
(why?) 'Cause I'm one of the meanest
Not givin' a damn, statin' to all who I am (uh-huh)
No need to cram, 'cause now you fully understand
That Robin is
to you so called street niggas I hate you
A century of beef from a homie who told a fable
Y'all a kill a homie that you be eating with at the table
Kill
moving out the ya no Yeezus
They wanna defeat us
I say we all hustle are own way by the way talk man check it, they all beneath us
(Uh)
Talking hard shit
the fellows
Bunch of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto
Went from Nas to The Esco, back to nasty
Clappin' that black heat
None of y'all are
to the ground
And all that's left of my house is lawn
The crowds are gone
And it's time to wash out the blonde
Sales decline, the curtains drawn
They're
Tuesday night I make you thirsty (Thirsty)
Wednesday you left me deserted (Deserted)
Now it’s Friday you ask to come by
Chorus:
Way more than a friend
Boy
I'm playing
I'm waiting on it
I cannot wait to see all them faces when they see I made it
I cannot wait to
Show them who I am
And they been sleep for
who you are
You're a star (yes!)
Boom! Did we just blow your mind? Uh-huh
Well, I've known the entire time
When it comes to the universe we're all
advised, people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are, D's in undercover cars
Takin' my picture
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
*CHORUS*
*Twista*
lord knows
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
[CHORUS]
[Twista]
lord knows
he is a good man and you are glad he’s around, that man is not you
And not letting his mother know that all this is getting to you so you get up
YOU ARE GARBAGE TO ME
IT'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE MAN
ANOTHER ONE ON THE NEWS
ANOTHER PERSON REMOVED
SELFISHLY KILLED FOR SEX
YOU GLUTONOUS FUCK
STAB
fade if you really don't know the dance
I see you really don't bang at all
Mark-ass
Murder was the case that they gave Game
Cops on the Cutlass
is a cost
Speak to you now in love and truth through all the things I went through
It's by grace I'm saved
Not by the way that I do things
Although I
Once, in a forest, there lived a fox.
The fox wanted to meet his friend, who was living very near by.
What a wonderful day it is !
It was walking
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