Lyrics:
outta there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion that invited me in
Then we politiced about politics
He mentioned def jam but I ain't acknowledge it
I
Long arm, that's me,
Strong supporter of law and order
Along the border.
Some of these bums should be drawn and quartered,
As far as I'm
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
nobodys gonna give up nothing
if not by accident
so hey hey hey halleluja, anyway
hey hey hey,...yeah yeah yeah
something a little brighter must be
I prayed for height, but they gave me width
The apple of my mother's eye even if they convict
The rudest unemployed apartment wrecking bum with
Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like
the strap like Matrix
Now you looking all scared
Cause you live off ace
Move into a group home bum off placement
Riding better i don't know who's shaming
Fuck
narozeniny
Tak teda všechno nejlepší
A ne že se to nezlepší
Ty ať máš všechno takový jaký bys chtěl
A kolem lidi normální
A starosti jen banální
No prostě
Oowee
Oowee
Yeah, uh
Four honey buns in that red Goyard
Jewelry one of none, the money come, I'ma go on
Never was a bum, the summer come, I'ma show
and stumblin' off six 40s
By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party
Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes
Or they dream about sex and those in
bums' dein' Arsch sofort
Jeder wär' gerne so wie er, Kool S
Rap's Pavarotti besser auch bekannt als
(Orchestrator)
Denn ich geb' den Ton an, Ton an, Ton
turned 18, she calls me baby
'Cause she's been waitin' all night to rape me
Here I come rubbin' on your girl's clit and on her bum
Oops, look what I
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
and bleak
Reflect the words we dare not speak
By the bottle's end
We may have done our time
What you want's to stay away from people like me
Who twist
money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
black people, eat too much grease
'cause every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover's son
Political rebel,
Said the monkey of the three wise bums
Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent
But he's seen what jammings been done
And they're selling tickets
bum up in his plumbers house
But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
The null
that man?
c'mon Vurs, man you my favorite MC, next to me
Cause these MCs are losers! (crumbs!)
They just some wannabe bunch of me broken boosers (bums
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
but i like you most all the time
anchored by my need to know you outside of your window
in plain view of pigeons and bums
but you're so
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
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