Lyrics:
the hospitals
You go in there with a booboo
And come out with five new diseases you ain't know existed
So I guess it's time I
Started checkin' myself
But I'm Mr.
Yo, I block the bronze, the Kid Golden Arms
I tear by shorty, with the Iron Palm of Dragon Breath
Burn through your body, you see about
A head Gotti
motion in ocean I feel like john gotti
Woah I'm chasing this money a passion a hobby
I fuck yo bitch in my crocs boy you looking like scotty
Hold up I beat
looked in eyes
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another side
[Coolio]
I ain't
at wholesale
Wax off Mr Miyagi
Leap if you froggy
I walk the walk like Johnny
Your bitch down in my DMz I’m yo gotti
She gone snap me the kitty, I’d fuck
when this album drops the vinyl LP you must cop
I'm on my way to the top
And I don't know what I'm doing and I never wanna stop
I may not be from
You're tuned in to Buck Naked and Kyle on Cosmos Radio (ayy-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo)
Ayo-yo, ayo
Bring it back to the basement
Freddy Kruger shit
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
really is
Built pyramids, ground up from the streets
It's that Q talk serious
Yo, see I'm a student of a game how I pay attention
You so poor that
it on a daily
Every quarter of the year
It still gon' be my season
Getting money by the minute
And I'm Posted in the kitchen
Jamie Olivier
You know
of the kitchen I'm whippin' the pot yeah
I just might scurt on yo' block
Fuck a relationship you is a thot
I did it one time and one times a lot
Run up the money
you all the same
Smoking cookie with yo’ wifey, she go’n call me bae
I’m really off of it
Next nigga who just test me, yeah I’m poppin’
She go’n listen
the real
Dirty dollar getter
On the phone with one of my hittas
Drop the bands
Pots and pans
In the kitchen, baggin up sand
I'm not carin'
One of my
and tell him that you been sent by the OG
Tell him that I'm gonna use him so people could know me
A walks into the house, Saul probably slouched
Probably
fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just won't die
Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Tahitian
that they hating, I pay it no mind
I know that hoe faking, I pay her no dime
I know they be rating yo' music and mine
Can no longer take it, by me, imma
I shoulda stayed, knowing Hud? He gon' gas you to stay
I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus
by the way that I step that I know I'm the man
Cuz I hopped on this shit and I did it again
I just drop to my knees and I'm sayin amen
I'm the uno,
gonna flex my riches
I been up next in the kitchin
I been up next in yo bitches
I been up next in the kitchen, at this point you can see the vision
yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't NOBODY gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them? I'm scared of myself, don't nobody want to
try Kim
y'all
These niggas gone hate that's fine to me
When a bitch wanna leave that's fine by me
But zo know a trick make the bitch go crazy
I been telling myself
and marshmallows out by the fire
World spinning yeah just like my tires
I'm living the dream, never plan to retire
Italiano flow, with a biscotti on the side
Take
and
My name is Master Ace and 22 is the age
[Biz Markie]
Yo, I'm the B-I-Z M and, like a lot of women
Bought a new car because the first one was
no game
I'm nodding off in this foreign
Trying not to swerve
My bro BM crazy
Left his clothes out by the curve
I wanted to tell you what was wrong
I
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