Lyrics:
snows inside
Cannibal yeah man
A goat in goats clothing
And I eat curry goat
And rice and peas
Caught by the blue lights
Like a deer in the headlights
to where the beats be fat
Swoon units by the pound and they natural black
Without a doubt, this is the place to be
I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren
the back
Hit the dance floor
Because this cowboy tryna take ya home
By a house and some land and a couple of goats
Appaloosas, Clydesdale and a couple
Yeah, here it is
Do it like this
Comin' from the sewer yeah you know we never miss
Here it is
Back up in the scene
Here to make the green
Woo woo wowowowooo!
Lord higher
Could somebody turn on da lights
Somebody turn on da lights
The darkside! Yes
Guess who's back when I
opened up his back
Three more to go, what was four deep
Who were sent on a mission to put him to sleep
He dipped in a Benz, bein pursued by a van
Picked up
the frail blind MC off my trail
If he use Braille, see, I never been touched
Regulate the street tactics, then parlay in the cut
Lay back an' hit this,
I like the way
I like the way
I like the way
The way you pop that girl
I like the way
A yo Boogie man back wearing black on black (I'm back)
Going
kids doing boogie woogie wear the mask
Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last
I used to work at Burger King. A king taking orders
the truth instead of running so hey
I'm your host tonight mister Socialite Jupiter James I'm 28
Plus I got my focus right
Harry Belafonte smooth when I hold
the truth instead of running so hey
I’m your host tonight mister Socialite Jupiter James I’m 28
Plus I got my focus right
Harry Belafonte smooth when I hold
cold outside)
(Open up, I need help) Can anyone hear me?
(Open up, can you hear me?)Can anyone hear me? (Aahhh)
I been fighting these challenges by
Hilary and Trump
Elm thug still on the hunt
Put the fakes to the back and
The real at the front
I feel ill but there ain't
No pill on my tongue
Line 'em
All you need’s a roller
Then you got your way to the fame
Long as your flow’s on point and
Your beats by Jack Swing
Niggas gettin’ money, shoutout
on the d-r-u-m-s get busy
Aight
On the keys my man james what you doing back there
Oh yeah
So we about to do it a little sumthin like this
Aight jeff back to the ol
(aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin'
And for you, you, you to back it up and dougie!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
talking Jim Carrey
Send me the beat
And that track I will bury
Marty Back at it Again
I do it again and again
No we don’t do no friends
I Package the pack
'em how we -get down
Show ’em how we beat it to
The beat of Tha Pound
Don't mind, it's just a pimp thang
Money with me every time, it's a grip thang
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
to sit back, relax and roll a blunt or three
And then a joint or two, and when I'm finished I'ma point at you
With bud that's only smoked by an anointed
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
"HEY WHERES THE BEEF? I don't
Think there's anybody back there"
I got the whole Force after me cause i be out
All night, hard white, makin
Door
sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day
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