Lyrics:
that's trouble
Addin' more curve to the bubble
The rump is pumped, ready for battle
Caught the next plane to Seattle
Welcome to the two oh six
She's
Damn
Them Bitches robbed me of my 20’s
(Yo believe I’m coming’ back)
Them bitches robbed me of my 20’s
(Like the second coming of Christ though)
at the crossroad
[Hook - 2x]
Some say, life be short
I think, we was cursed from the start
I'm only trying to play my part
But why they wanna wish death, on me
call me Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
I take seven kids from Columbine, stand 'em all in line
Add an AK-47,
on my mind (It be on my mind)
The Front 'real good but she better from behind (From the back)
Ay
She wanna fuck with the rich side (With the rich side)
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
the police let BIG die
They call it Los Angeles, I call it suicide!
I took a bullet in the heart and survived
So hit the switch, lean back
And enjoy the ride
Nicholas Cage
Did 4 years, 4 months in the feds, but couldn't get no peace
Released from the belly of the beast, but the 'ralies put a nigga on a leash
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there,
sacks
Those were goods days in between VHS stacks
Sometimes I wanna go back
Growing up was never part of the plan but
Before I knew it the process began
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
a week
So lets not let that happen, you and I are on the highway
California to Seattle calling out my name
You and I could get on a bus, be there by
the weather like in Seattle?
[ Sir Mix-A-Lot ]
All my ex's, eat this one
(You can have her)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to have this girl, let's say her name was Mona
Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where
to live smack in the middle of Seattle
By that I mean where you buy smack
During COVID I moved to where you buy cattle
And the Asian population, I doubled
loose
Like that, well ya know the shit is good listenin', man
But now I want you to go back
To the tune you was doin' earlier in that song
You know that
that I'm good for you (yeah)
But you kinda bad, baby
Witches doin' love chants, brewin' up the potion
I had a premonition I was overdosin'
So someone
live it up
You can tell what I'm smoking when I lit it up
No mask broad day they'll make you give it up
20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck
6
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
Jungle cats rise up and assemble.
You dont have to cock you glocks back
To be radical like the spot cats
So stop that, ill turn your matchbox into a box
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
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