Lyrics:
Youngin' but cant judge me by my age
When I was out here trappin'
I was tryin' to dodge the cage
Money had me hungry
And the hood done gave me rage
synonyms for some Slim 'ol
Imitating little midget bitch ass
Menacing women men
And they can't beat this with they cheap tricks
Cos to me it's weak shit
Covered up by pouring cement
He was banging had no teammates
Boss baby u need to get your bread up
I zigzagging like Max Payne
catching head shots
She
me the torch before I get to (wooo)
Money dreams, it was not so big
Go to the store, purchase
Don't care if not so cheap
Not so sweet, the past
the chamber
Flounder by the way side, come and go like corner stores, many came, many went, keepin' up is such a bore
Count em on the floor like them cheap ass
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
I was making records but wasn't making money
You can take it seriously or you can think its funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
doin' flicks to bustin' tricks
Out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin'
From my smokin'
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
Look ahead as we pass, try and focus on it
I won't be fooled by a cheap cinematic trick
It must have been just a cardboard cut out of a man
Top
a cheap forty
Lordy was shootin' dice
Point and you winn forty
Six be a damn point
Roll and you hit the joint
Lookin for blazing dude
Your head was
Jam Blues Man
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let
There you lay
All by yourself
So please allow me
To introduce myself
I welcome you
To the house of sin
Open your mind
And let the games
[Esham]
Can I dig ya on the D-L?
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be -Real
Time for some action
I'm one of them niggaz that don't smile
But fuck that pussy
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
to the pumps
Had you floating in the ocean
Now you trashed by the dumps
Nifty fifty gang, I was raised in the slumps
Pockets so fat like it's raised by
or she'll bounce
How's she gonna think you're smooth if you got drool in your mouth?
Don't allow me to deceive you with my devious tricks
Never seems to be
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
the trick
Is you only see the former on my IG pic
And I'm sick to my stomach
Cause they want the same illusion in my lyrics
Hence the emphasis on my
off
You're in trouble 'cause I'm back
Best in the game and that's just a fact
How the fuck you gon' make it through the whole album
If I'm this
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
Written by Rick Nielsen & Tom Petersson
Originally performed by Cheap Trick
Au revoir, auf wiedersehen
You won't see another morning
You won't see
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