Lyrics:
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
double O
Got that hundred bill flow
Yea it's me though, Problem, chachi
Pick a name ho girlfriend straight
Better have her on a rainbow
By the time I'm
Wendal, that's his name.
No one ever knew his name 'cause he's a no one.
Never thought twice about spending on a ole bum,
Until I had the chance
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And if I were a daisy,
Sy sy sy sy sy
Would you still be my baby?
By by by by by
I would pull all my petals
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Maryanne, who's that man?
There's one thing that you should understand
You know many things that go unsaid
By the way one earns his daily bread.
He's
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real n****s
That
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, didle didle deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
The back, the front
Look at the side to side
The side to side
No you can't get with this
'Cus we matched on Tinder
Karaoke time
Sing a song by Hinder
Hips
These boys broke as fuck their exes calling them a bum
This nigga think he tuff that boy a dweeb with a gun
I went telfar bag you probably copped
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
Znów o streecie słyszę fałsz by się sprzedawać
'Thug Life' nie ich świat i gdzie jest prawda
Tytuły singli wymyślone by sprzedać koszulki
Wyczuli zyski
when that Wu-Tang rocked wishing hip Hop
Come on back to me
All' them opportunities I let Go by all' them days lost getting high
Come on back to me
You say that you love me
Yeah
You say that you love me
Walkin' right by new stranger pass me like I don't know ya
Put it all in the past, saying one
demonstrant
Dej ruce up jako bys byl brankář
Dej ruce up jako bys doma vstával
Dej ruce uuuup
Když jsem na micu - revoluce
Když jsem na stagi - horeruce
right!
So what ya life like?
Mine.....type nice like come off the white ice,
You...bum ass night fights! KILLA!
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[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Ayo I'm proving
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