Lyrics:
cookies kept in tin foil
I been spoiled, like an underwear that's been soiled
By my opponents when I assemble microphone kits
Most kids are mere domeless
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy
I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is
You can't be serious, yes I is
You think i'm playin' than ask my brother
You
to hammer that point home like directing you back to your own place of residence
It's evident I'm heaven-sent, you're present tense
You're nervous now,
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
shit! Listen!
BIG will forever be the best 'til I'm deaf
But you are now rockin with
The best of the rest
Things wasn't goin right
And the checks wasn't
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
each line are you the bedtime kid?
Yet in still I remain crisp like newly printed bills
And watch for those money-hungry Anita Hill's
Lyrics are
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
swear when I'm around her she got the kid feeling nervous
She got me feeling dazed in a million kinda ways
When I look at you girl you make me wanna say
back if you don't believe me go and search that. ( let's go) Better yet go google it you are not wise your a foolish kid put your head right we're
until the freaks are gone
And rock on y'all, and don't stop
Keep on to the shill shot
And for you sucker-sucker dudes who commit a crime
You want
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
lips ain't smacking cash you can miss me G i'll pass
Like the hallway, I'll say, "All State" don't want these hands
Y'all nervous off my worst shit,
Are your kids so terrible you gotta beat on them too, you drunk motherfucker?
(Rebel flag) In your schools
(Rebel flag) In your parks
(Rebel flag)
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
They kill you in an instant for the gram or a grand cause you're never really safe anymore
I'm sitting with my gun in my hand by myself cause I never
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
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