Lyrics:
Got the classical flow
I'm back, here we go
My disc player ready 'cause I can't live without my stereo, believe me, I like it loud
You can feel
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
don't care who you are)
I'll shit on you
(I don't give a fuck about you or your car)
I'll shit on you
(Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck
the house dog
I don't give a fuck, thug life I'm an outlaw
I been the new kid at school 15 times
That's having to prove I'm cool 15 times
Losing all my
This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
baby
Sanp your fingers and they all come running
What are you thinking of baby
You got snakeskin boots, and raw silk suits
A big old house with
a crowded club
And I'm trying
but it never stops cause
all I can think of every summertime
Is you and I
Hangin all night at a friends house
I try
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
a by di eradication
DI man ask a weh your name, your name Raymond
How old are you, a you no reach twenty-one
Him ask weh you come from, up a in Clarendon
it seriously or you can think it's funny
By '87, I was on my own, started Dangerous Music
And I made the song "These are the tales, the freaky tales"
at the house right now
So when are you at your house?
Um, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home then, I guess
I just want the blue cheese
Bro what up?
Where are you? Fuck you at?
Um sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house
a Quitter and you bitter cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'mma kill you,
money
So maybe my album won't get 5 mics, or double-x-l's, or 5 discs
Whatever man, fuck it
But then again; you don't own me, and none of you niggaz ever
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Fatality
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Intro
Challenge accepted test your luck hahahahahahahaha
1st
crushing my verbally
I think my homies is knowing This
Yall don't really post me Enough
Trust me my nigga that's no Diss
Online album nigga no disc
Paid off
birds in flight.
Leaf is one of the few pieces on the album that doesn't have a social context or issue to pin it to. Backed by a whimsical, yet
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