Lyrics:
yo ass thank
Then go mobbing through the town on a full tank
Crank up the beat
Voicetress, make that shit throb
Stick yo head out the window
it was a Whitelash, a bright flash
It don't mean that we won't fight back
We wanted a revolution
We didn't get it, but we'll go for it again
And I love
I'll regret it.'
Pete is at home, Becky is at work
He stares out the window
Trying not to let it hurt
He folds up the washing
He watches a bit
passing on the barnyard
Go 'head and bounce and let it go
I'm sick a these soft party cliks want to flow
It's the real rodeo kicking the flow
So hoe
walking through the court man
(Heads up)
(Heads up)
You better stash your dope man
(Heads up)
Aye, I heard it was a murder
Robbing and kidnapping, lil one
a five-minute gender-studies symposium
But Nicki shakes her head: "All it says is
'My anaconda don't' " Why are we
Talking about asses? she seems to
Be saying
it's that easy
I love women, cause without women
Wouldn't none of us niggas be breathin'
So let's
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow your head
(Pray) bow
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
(bottle)
If there's some way that
We can take back the wrong that we created we can change that,
Don't turn your head the other way
Your born to save
on a exodus, Escapism
Yo, check it out
I like to rhyme, no time for silly head games
Strictly known for busting up your bed frames
But skins bold
Act like they
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
go, let's go,
Called you a bitch and you know that
If you fuckin' with me, you gon' leave with a toe-tag
I don't want your bitch, have your hoe back
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) bitch it's me again
Kickin' in your fuckin'
you miss, you're still amongst the stars, yeah
Your dreams don't scare you, you ain't dreamin' big enough, baby
Yeah, shine your light on me
Let's go
make that fit
Concentrate, that’s it
You need a break
Don’t trip
I put some towels on the counter
Pat your face
Let’s flip
F u great that’s it and
U
ass knocked off
Texas Pete nigga get ya ass hot sauce
Ever see me in the club with my shades off
It was a cool contest I guess the shades lost
28-5
you let your tongue run loose
You try to set me up, so you can have my juice
My name is seven letters, my shoes are too big
It's burrial time,
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
your fuckin' head
Cause that's the situation that's given
I'm livin' up to the top 'cause this is my only shot
To go and murder these beats, whether you
So My Little Amelie
Your Bones aren't made of glass
You can take life's Knocks
If you let this chance go by...
Your heart will eventually become
productions and you know the game is tight, hold up,
You would think I’m Rachel Ray just by the way I’m cutting up, no I don’t kick it with my soldiers but
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop rappin'
Let
finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Well, Mike d, what's up?
Yo, Yauch what's up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil,
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