Lyrics:
fine"
Just a dirt road with trash on each side
But I was Mario Andretti
When daddy let me drive
I'm grown up now, three daughters of my own
I let
the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya,
(To Mario C, you can't front on that)
Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from
to the top, 'till the very last drop (yeah)
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MCs, won't gather 'round my
scorched by the sun that day
Man
We had fun that day
And at night after dark
When our bellies were full the fireflies came out for a private night show
Kool-Aid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
(Let's go, Mario)
All my drugs just kicked in
I'm high as a motherfucker, you hear me?
(That boy Cassius)
Sippin' on the Henn'
In the cut like
Beck: "I can't believe what
We've seen outside you
And me watching the jets go by"
I'm being watched for the wrong reasons
All scheming they say
disappeared off the earth, fell off by far
He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar
A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder
I'm talking bout
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one,
is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
Mo-o-o-o-orse?
MJ, game 6, Jackson, Tyson
Quiet dog, my phone changed up
I'm icin' up my Barbie chains up
And when I come, get your change cup
These bum bitches
da sua voz
”I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets...”
you're standing still
Your fur is red so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise but if you meet
A friendly horse
Will you communicate by mo-o-o-o-orse?
as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my
bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
Gumy balonowej resztki na twarzy, gdy
Gdy patrzysz jak powietrzem wypełniam
I cienka powłoka pęka, bum
Zapach truskawki uwolnił się
I kłamię
Znów
gon' have a nice time like
It's just on my list confessions
Slide by my side you get all the corrections
So let's dance
I see your concern but jus gimme
you bum-bum-bitty come so dumb-dumb
Remember when you was all busted, broke down, beat up
Even kept you as a friend when you stole to stay steed-up
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum
Brain dead bored bought into the fraud
Bigger harder faster more!
Trying to find some way
thumb outside trying to bum a ride
And all the love birds seem to fly by
I'm 2 bottles down trying to keep you off of my mind
I'm on memory lane with
I do what I want in spite of you bums!
[Katie Tropp: Verse 1]
You’re born alone, you die alone, everything in between is make believe,
Cuz what I
you sink a battleship
I'm confused by your list, who are you's to convince
All the mules that I sent? What I miss?
I been gettin' at these coins
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