Lyrics:
birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
High rollers
Yeah
Freestylers (here-here-here we go, here we go)
By definition it's the Don
With the KV in the brand new song
Giving use of freestle, freestyle flows
With the d,
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
I saw Elvis washing clothes
In the launderette by the growth
Watchin' powder on his nose
Down the Harrow Road
He was talkin' 'bout a song
Had it
to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" My partner says to me
Then one by one, each German voice
hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
Serving him most barbarously.
They've
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
help with a truer translation then please feel free!
I use the definitions given by Shrii Shrii Anandamurti-ji for Dharma and Satya but realise that
in here
Oh, and here's your guy's vacation spot right here
Step right in
By myself?
Ah, don't worry about it
We always keep chains on these
tour body won't die
They hold up the mirror to your face
New definitions to the human race
Preaching charity and mind over matter
Profit by your
dynamite
Oh, kemosabe, more drip than Aquafina
Thought it was true love the first time I seen her
Pullin' black foreigns up by the fleet (by the fleet)
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
Marianne, oh, Marianne, oh, won't you marry me?
We can have a bamboo hut and brandy in the tea
Leave your fat old mamma home, she never will say
pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night)
Hmm, brandy or beer? Waters a good idea,
Wish that bar lady'd appear; and come serve over here.
Where
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
dried and cracked
Now should I be exact
I raced Apollo but my vibrato fell flat
Chimborazo my gusto behind high hats
Oh well bravo youre hallowed by thumb
Yea
Lemme pop my shit
Gotta lil cash on me and all dis drip
Gotta me a bad lil bitch who wanna suck dis uh
Let's get it
Just gotta crib somewhere by
kry
Jy's om die draai jy bly nie ver nie
Kom kuier heel aand hier by my
Pak ou betroubaar vol van brandy
'n Lekkerlyf vanaand by my
(Ek wil kuier wil
I hate this life.
It’s cool I’m hittin my homies tonight.
(Who you callin?)
I said I’m callin up Scotty, Brandy, swear I love that whisky
She
to let you know
Before I gotta go
Just see me by the door
With just a minute of yo time I can dig into yo mind
With ya thick thighs
Face card good won't
and get you a sip of this brandy
Let me think a size off of what I can see
You musta been eatin' by grannies
'Cause that ass lookin' phat in them panties
You're the Colosseum,
You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum,
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart
Light glistens off of my high definition glass
Erotic scenes are all up on the screens of my lyfe
Can you slide over, can u touch me like I like
I
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