Lyrics:
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
be a hit
Along with the rest of the album it’ll get bought
Unless it just stays stagnant man, call it “Idle Thoughts”
Oh wait that is what I called it,
I'm jus' tryna get by quick
I'm tryna drop my shit
I just wanna know when I'm gon' get my hit
Patience ain't enough I get it
I hope y'all respect my
a thousand but I'm not poor
See a pound on the floor, I want more
I'm not begging, it's for a cause
Getting back on that grind
Please mind the gap, please just
on now, make it happen, make it happen
Go hit me one more time, come on Cee warm it up
Yeah that sounds funky!
I, I mean like extra crazy stupid def!
flow like Reggie grown in ProTools
Tell Bob Barker wassup, cuz I ain't finna lose
Dis Wonderwafa hit zombie niggas like you (Woo)
I double tap it,
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
more of your songs
Waited for ‘Shady XV’ to drop some more of your songs
A disc of new songs and a disc of old ones
Got me into others with ‘Ya’ll Ready
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
eating pork and beans
Viewing us listening to Weezer clean
Up our heart strings with hits
Gasp like pork and beans
Farting up your heart strings
Is this
I hit a nod
Pharmaceutical wordsmith, even when I'm moving real odd
Raw tip stuck to my finger, like Ann did with Kong
Remix it by the liter,
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
days
A hit song
And when ever we get together
We do no wrong
It's never no imitation
Like doodle bob
And all the money you gave to me
I'm never robing
when running for office to be to
But then he won and started doing more for the people
Assasin hit him with a bullet, (?)
I know a lot of y'all
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it
Look, no more interviews
I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like
kinda wild
Mostly on the down low
Now and then I hit a disco
Sport suit's, drink milk, never Cisco
I read the funnies, watch Bugs Bunny cartoons
And at my
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
dollars stuck at this 9-5
By the time I hit the crib see my girl I’m tired (I’m tired)
Hate the fact that you notice see me dosing off while I"m trying
more
If you're not high, then smoke some more. If you're not funky, funk some more
And you get up, then hit the door, and you don't come around no more
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