Lyrics:
Hoje eu só quero um lean e um beck tipo Fat Joe
Ela me seguiu e me chamou, falou do som
Disse que amou
Eu pulo nessa party
Surpreendo essa Pathy
Son
Well now me and Homer and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley
And I kept rollin' them sevens and winnin' all them
back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your girl in my
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
Channel 7 news, 'round seven jewels, hand getting the mic
Forgetting all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know
face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try
Let the record spin
Let the record turn
Let the record spin
Let the record turn
Now put your hands in the air
Like we just don't care
Let the record
It's been a long time comin'
But by the grace God I'm here now
Listen
Here we go Give them more Show them who we do this for
Raise your hands up
"When you wanna get sexual?"
She said, "However I fit in your schedule, I'm flexible"
Expired tags on the Saturn
Got Kathryn Beck in the back in Daisy
[Originally by Pinhead Gunpowder]
[Billie Joe Armstrong solo version]
Yeah we say making changes starts in the little things you do
Revolution
the hands
Of this division
You could say I'm angry about it
This fire burns high don't you fucking get it
Blinded by the passion of a caring nature
Walls I
always stickin' 'cause you like it that way
You think it's hotter plus it's def 'cause it's by Cool J
Cut Creator on the fader, my right-hand man
We rock
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
kiss your hand,
And your slaves all at your feet.
Your minions serve your beck and call,
But they don't compensate at all,
'cause inside, mister
it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
she here to attack?
So I go to step back and blah goes her damn gun and my glass crack
Oh crap
Running up the stairs with my hands on my hair
the wind
Remembering I was told never let her hand go (Go go)
The pains from her grief kept coming back at you
From the 9 months pains roofing a being
and that's facts
Carry the team, piggy back (aye)
Hold up baby, just relax (aye)
Niggas shooting, this ain't craps (no way)
You a lame, ain't giving daps (no
millions
I barely scrape a thousand, boy thats a sucky feeling
I almost gave up, I thought I had crap luck
Whoever listening, you the reason rap suck
Yeah
WE’RE LOST IN A SILLY WORLD
THE JERKS ABOUND BUT THEY DON’T DIE FOREVER STUCK IN THIS CRAP
FEIGN A SMILE, SHAKE SOME HANDS AND FINALLY YOU GET NEURONS
down
I should if left her
I knew she'd pull this crap
Stupid heffer
It's bitter
Taste that she left,
Lemon twizzler
Hey X,
Why your accent sounding
The poop is then collected, done by hand no doubt
It seems hard to imagine, but people say it's true
There's coffee brewed from beans taken from weasel poo
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