Lyrics:
But dog what are you gaining by standing there complaining
Cause last year you were making songs about you're famous
This year you're sneaking drugs
fake
You want to be in the trunk, with the booming box
While the young bitches ride on your jock
You can't do it like this homey, so just pass it
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
What?)
A dog needs a- (come on)
Not just any, uh, but a real, uh
That's gon' hold that dog down
Baby, I am what I am, I'm gon' be who I be (uh)
What?)
A dog needs a- (come on)
Not just any, uh, but a real, uh
That's gon' hold that dog down
Baby, I am what I am, I'm gon' be who I be (uh)
all nefariously parlay
Trick em cuz I'm handsome
Stick em up then he make them pay the ransom
Now the partay is bout to be macabre
Don't let the dogs
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
made "I Used to Love HER"
Used to love her and I still do
Lyrically I kill you dog I don't feel you
Your style is like mildew
Real old, I'm real cold,
What do I say
Say whatever the heck you want
Be on beat stay on beat
Oh my GOD
Yo here I go
Hey yo I don't know any words
My GOD
Play the Album
a steady hand
Intentions clouded on you
Ayy, all that talent can't buy no heart
Can be loyal by a fault
Never let my dogs
Do somethin' I wouldn't do,
I'm thinking that they'd leave me be
So send for your dogs ain't a thought to me
I'll send for myself
If I get caught the lone soldier
The truth lost
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
started
When he rapped on "This Can't be Life"
And that was like, really the first beat of that kind that was on The Dynasty album
I could say that was
Second album of the year, I'm on my trap shit
Make a skinny ho pay me like a fat bitch (Uh-uh)
Fly the Mulsanne like a plane, a boss behind tint
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
albums Illmatic is Top 5 album of all time
Lil Wayne would be in my Top 5
And I might replace Kanye with Lil Wayne
Kanye West gotta be in everybody Top 5
A f***ing night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs
Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em
lit
My closet be pissed, it keep throwin' fits
Pause let me talk my shit (my shit)
Dog I'm as raw as it gets (it gets)
I know I'm making em sick
I drop
love you 'til we die
Oh what would you do without me what would you do boy
What would you do without me when I'm gone
(JL) I've been your stooge and been
Rocking with a convict
A sick dog with neoplasia
Call 'em a fucking problem
If you don't put 'em down I will
Then if your beagle bites me
Then I'll
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