Lyrics:
The Unit was coached by Phil Jackson
The N was raw, it's Tim McGraw
Them Henny caps was spinnin' off
You had beef and niggas saw you?
They smacked you
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
You're now tuned into
The muh'fuckin' greatest (Jigga)
Turn the music up in the headphones (Jigga)
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off
Nigga
before the beat was laid down
Say it loud and proud it's the NPT
Big up to Corpa road Maesglas and Maindee
This is my rap album not yours and this is
It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Od doby, co jsem vydal jsem svoje první demo
Jsem plival plameny a rapoval jak démon
Známý tím, že ve městě prodával skéro
Už nemusím nikde říkat
dně rapu
Já jsem ten nejlepší, takhle to žeru
Nahranej track nebo na playback
Já jsem ten nejlepší, co bys řek
Na to že ego mám obrovský
Co ty s tím
decks and push for beef, If head for less
I'm headed out to Sydney Australia with Tim Donnelly
He gets caught up at security, the TSA don't follow me
Tea
never wore that army jacket?
Carhard to match it
Unlaced tims, the hood on my first album cover under plastic?
What if I was just another corny rapper?
never wore that army jacket?
Carhard to match it
Unlaced tims, the hood on my first album cover under plastic?
What if I was just another corny rapper?
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
včela
Poslouchám album
Bude to hella
Teď svý dám všechno
To co by chtěla
Nikdy mě na místě tu nedržela
Chce ať se posouvám
Ona je skvělá
Vidí to
Co žádná
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
tím že jsem starej jako pes
A pořád necejtim se blessed
Pořád se cejtim napíču a chtělo by to rest
Ale na ten není čas, proto spím pět hodit denně
Pokud
but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
Look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin' me up like vacuum cleaners
and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
look easy
Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
Even
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
the world ends, who's gonna hear it?
But I try and take some comfort in written words, yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than
good.
When you
two gats by her side
The one on her right Trina, the one on her left I
In a high holster, studded in rhinestone
Ready to cock back, we bust and your
a dámy, slečny, fellas a vyjebanci
Zdvihnite drinky teraz lebo môj
Tím je v akcii
Ugrillujem dav, pumpujem zlobu
Zavolám do každého shopu, že tam maju bombu
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
code of the streets, these niggas got some nerve
Raised by the internet, downloaded the curb, uploaded an image, photoshopped it with drugs
Clubhouse
my life
By trick or treat
My album drops in your sack
I speak freely
Fuck all these dumb broad
Whorey females creepin on my shit
Can’t call me
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