Lyrics:
Better hydrate, got that Absynthe
Twenty-first century Miss Sick
Got that blasted
Boombox, this a party and we steppin'
La-di da-di
Slick serin! News gotta
Let me tell you about the Proto Culture
If you don't know the culture, here's the whole structure
20 years ahead of the game, we gave props
And we
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
murder type fur was right
(about twenty thousand dollars)
Huh, you heard the price, on my neck hurds of ice!
Vertebrae snapped, gats huh, I swerve 'em
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
on Fendi
Buss down wrist
By the time I'm twenty
(Buss down wrist
By the time I'm twenty)
Moving on to better things
Cause you know that I just secured
Yeah
Fantázia - Poď so mnou tam, kde obraz nemá rám
Fantázia - Nechaj sa len tak viesť, do rozprávkových miest
Fantázia
Ye,Ye, fantázia, 20 strán v
Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands 'bout stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in
Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in
Mmmh, mmh, mmh
28 degrees outside
But I'm colder
cin't worried bout a bitch
Dont gotta look over my shoulder
Ima big stepper by myself Ima loner
stock went up though (ha)
He said now he want twenty thousand to get him gone (hahaha)
I said, "Last week, you shot a nigga over an emoji" (he did)
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
the K-9 unit barking at me
Every single motherfucking time that I'ma ride by (ride by)
Yeah, hit the pedal yelling "Bye bye!" (bye, bye)
But if y'all
You ain't never count paper 'til your thumbs hurt
You ain't never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's
You ain't never count paper 'til your thumbs hurt
You ain't never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's
It's like I still can't believe that I found you
Trust me baby, can't nobody do it like you do
Always keepin' calm, you don't let bums change your
gon' make it
You got a better chance at
Gettin' hit by a spaceship
But I'ma pray for 'em, dear Lord
Please bless the bum niggas
I know they're starvin',
motherfucker is the first to bum
Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He'll draw down and then check his beeper
He's clockin' them chicks and bucks
[Riley] Big Dave, come in
[Big Dave] Yo, go 'head
[Riley] What's your twenty?
[Big Dave] I'm in front of the A room right now
[Riley] Ten four
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the A room right now
Ten four
I got cha (she comin)
She's on her way to the back
I
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
twenty
"I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?"
He said, "Don't try to run from me, you'll just make it worse"
My palms were
brown-nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got
jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hangin' 'round the theaters
Girl by
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