Lyrics:
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
don't play that beat
We're kinda more four on the floor
Na son we don't play that shit
You getting real hard to ignore
Na Son don't care who you are
of things up, before I turn her loose
It's just her, and that's simple and plain
And that's the only way I run my game
Well I'ma, Cowboy and I'm the real
Baghdad
like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
they didn't mention any casualties
no distinction between the real
and the proxy
only
or any tribe
From any side, or even nation
Ammunition we are facing
These guns have been placed in our hands by who
Probably the same fools that named us
moonlight lover)
Woh woh moonlight lover (There is no other)
(For real man) you are my lover
(Come correct, it doesn't matter any how)
And that's why you're
bomboclaat
I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire
Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothin' but a bra, boy
I'm the real deal,
judging a book by the cover
We might never see what's under
That cowboy hat and Oakley shades
A diamond in the rough getting sent down the drain
If we take
the streets and got orders to kill
Out of supplies and you don't get your medicine, you wasn't thinking 'bout more than a meal
The shortage is real, most people
God loves cowboys, believe it or not
So if you mess with BossHoss, you mess with God.
Hey, people, y'all gather round
Oh yes we are talking
over this is simply page two
And if you got any color it’s gon faze you
How the fuck a nigga spose’d to breathe in this weather?
There ain't no where
there all these people workin all hard, and it was like, real dirty back there, and of course, in the front it was all immaculately clean. And I said, I
Probably just less
Or more boring
And I guess
They liked me
So we formed
The Grand Facade
And we didn't have a singer
And we never played out
And there
disgrace
I'm talking to you
Brothers and sisters
There's got to be a better way
Peace
I'm talking to you
Listen up
No more
Hip-hop in this town
Centaurus that has gone White Dwarf and crystallized itself. It’s a floating space diamond that weighs 10 billion, trillion, trillion carats. There is more
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls, oh yeah
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls, oh yeah
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by
laughin'
That's a metaphor for any
Rapper who wants it
I smack 'em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I'm there
And the hoes is cumming
He was born in Nuevo Laredo back in 1969
Was a real good working cowboy and a damn good friend of mine
He could rope and ride and wrangle, seen him
Hand with my own bare one
My hands are uncovered
As is tradition until I'm partnered
She squeezes it tight and smiles at me
I smile back, a real smile
time for it because I already had a real job. And then I was the baby in this C&C Music Factory. And more than once I remember the producer screaming, No
comin' up
Just check the shit that I have done, 'cause I got
33 ways, to murder the game, being as real as I can
Bitch, I ain't playin'
You fuckin' with
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