Lyrics:
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
Man check this shit out, we was up in Chicago right?
With my nigga Big Hamp, and the nigga pass me a blunt man
Like smoke this shit nigga this some
Man check this shit out, we was up in Chicago right?
With my nigga Big Hamp, and the nigga pass me a blunt man
Like smoke this shit nigga this some
the meanest nastiest rootenest-tootenest blobfish to ever fly the Seven
But before that all happened there was a man by the name of Jo Jinnan Jr
That was
of the thunder with
The rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Tumble down shack on Big Foot county
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in
Boogey Man
Manic mad musician, maker of noise
That's jocked, by your homeboys
I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest shepherd around
I was
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin' down
And it looks like the old man's gettin' on
Tumble down shack on Big Foot country
Snowed so hard that
I'm a one man army
Do it all by myself
Pop pop
To the chase
Only try to be happy
No matter where I've gone
It's getting left in the past see
It's me
and merrily did play
She says, "Young man, your love's subdued, for I'm not ready now
And I'll spend another season at the foot of the sweet brown knowe
will not fail,
'Tis all about a young man, and my song will tell you how
He lately came a-courtin' of the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.
Said he, "My
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
bien a gusto y tú muriéndote de roña
Left foot, right foot
And my fit is super fresh, so I'm feeling really good (really good)
Left foot, right foot
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac
Soul reaper (soul reaper)
I'm his number 1 call me Ichigo
Dark skin slim fit
Nappy headed rasta
A Queen but I'm underestimated
Like Asta
By the men that
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Was my idol, tried to copy his style
I looked up to him cuz I was a kid too
I looked up to him cuz I was four foot two
Used to stay up late, watching
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
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