Lyrics:
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
enthusiast power punk rasta
eating tuna pasta on the daily laze about my day is hazy still from the night before.
i think up ways so that rap pays the bills
surrounded wit' peace)
Streets hot with degrees (Streets is hot)
I stay cool in the breeze (Cool in the spot)
That's just the way that you live (Huh)
When Holy
lunch
It's good for all the bunch, yeah!
Hot lunch, yeah!
Macaroni and baloney
Tuna fish our fav'rite dish
It's hot lunch, yeah!
If it's yellow
work
It's like I got punched in the nuts
By a dude who knows Thai-chi
Sucky Fucky
Sucky Fucky
Sucky Fucky
Smells like sushi
Asian Hooker!
Hot little
certain areas
Where many can't reach, so I prepared a speech for ya'll
To then listen while I spit the hot venomous shit
My whole Clique sick, infested
to the sushi bar and buy you some
Fillet and claw
Clam and tuna
Gonna eat it raw
She's my my abaluna
Suck a tentacle dip it in sauce
Hot green root it
this album bombs it's 'cause our tracks are all explosives! (On s'enjaille!)
I put on my serious face (hmm)
Ain't no motivational tune
What's up with
a kingpin
I love all my haters! Yeah I got some
Even though this is the lead single off my debut album
Yeah I'm eatin' tuna, lunchtime
Imma take a pause,
bound
Get out, get out, get out, get out
All I see is burnin' red
Black out, black out, black out, black out
Sun dried demon in a tuna can
Driven by lust,
they stare
I feel when they scared your hate go elsewhere
Balloon got hot air I pray to be millionaire
I say it in morning prayer let me give you
good for all the bunch, yeah!
Hot lunch, yeah!
Macaroni and baloney
Tuna fish our fav'rite dish
It's hot lunch, yeah!
If it's yellow then it's Jell-O
your flu
Girl, you cold, girl, you cool
You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food
Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over my
your flu
Girl, you cold, girl, you cool
You heard of Salt N' Pepa? Well girl, you food
Girl, you hot like a bowl of hot stew
And I just stood over my
what I ain't make the cut
I had more Jordan's than niggas on the team
Young king, I had a dream
Fore digis was triple beams
Big fish these niggas tuna
Chicken
Kebab
Chicken kebab
Tuna
Sandwich
Tuna sandwich
Caesar
Salad
Caesar salad
Olive
Pizza
Olive pizza
Hot fudge
Sundae
Hot fudge sundae
Apple
hurl
Think you're so shiny like a pearl
I clown her ass like Emmett Kelly
Yeah she be smelling so smelly
But it's getting hot like Nelly
Eating out
Můj poslední rok, byl fakt na kokoty top
Když jsem narazil na dno, potom nakoplo mě to
Kdyby se to nestalo tak nepotkal jsem zlo
Nebyla by tuna slz,
know we're not hot,
and singin' the shop, whatever he say,
reason we're rockin the spot.
I secure my surface, the perf is out,
at the beat you
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
hole smell like old tuna
I know this beat old, might sound old to ya
But it's picked out by Trae, Grey
Boss and the Junior
Certified gangsta, slash
certain areas
Where many can't reach, so I prepared a speech for ya'll
To then listen while I spit the hot venomous shit
My whole Clique sick, infested
believ'in dis' like
I'm reading it right
Whenever, catch ya singin' you'd like ???
It's like
Could it be hot
Or could it be cold
Or could it control
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