Lyrics:
the town, yeah, yeah
And lil' baby got some ass, the way that it bounces, yeah, yeah
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
they in a trance
Reach my level, not sure if they can, they
Pop it, can't stop it like Pringles, yuh
This album is like eight singles, yuh
Spider sense,
the track that comforts my vulnerability
Sold out, packed house in the shower
A perform just for me
With your gorgeous album cover blown up into a poster
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me
[Classified:]
My favorite rap album ever
Jeeze, let me see
Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z
to God up in Heaven eleven at night and I got no alibi
My damn dip to Stewart Town
Best not come 'round these parts if you new in town
Wonder what my
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock
thank you very much. chicago, if you'll recall, was the town in which we received the very f
Voodoo butter underpants... heh, heh... the pants that nearly
rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be
of the town
Put it all up, when I'm coming around
Holding my soul in the brim of my crown
Platinum and gold, with that gentlemen sound
Went to the west where my
circles, you can take it from me
His shadow begs for mercy that every lost and found
In city after city, town after town
Tortured by the memory
borrow a billion
Mediterranean by a village (woo)
I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (woo)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch,
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
be kidding me
In the pass
In my class
I got Dee Dee Dee Dee
If there’s a part I hated BY far
It Would Probably be reading
No one should get
like Red Head or Mookie
Wrote my album while on my lunch break up in my hooptie
Eighty degree weather under beads of sweat
I wanna quit so bad but I need
In 1955
Chorus:
I saw Bob walk out of the barber’s shop
Proud as Punch with his new Flat-Top
Jenny & Johnny were smoochin’ at the bus stop
So Cool
curriculum of metaphors
Everything from Bob Marley to Tenor Saul
The System of A Down song number 14
I see aerials in the sky when I dream
The end is near I
come on)
Jarobi White is in the house, huh (come on, come on)
Bob Power in the house, huh (come on, come on)
My man Eric in the house, huh (come on,
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
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