Lyrics:
better just watch for us
I don't want to hear that you're sorry to me
After you tore up, and started a war up in the black community
It's out
a mother named Holly
Father named Arthur, we call him Artie
You don't understand and I'm very very sorry
Cousin named Freida, Uncle named Skeeter
He's
all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out
of love but they'll still hate when the cd's out
But your opinions don't matter, living this life on a bingo ladder
I don't know when I'm gonna fall
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
tramp
You can get three for a score
At Wembley market you can get four
Some people in girl better
Blow t-shirts wanna picture but I’m too raw
Sorry, no
love my momma
I'd probably flip them bricks because I really need them comma's
But karma
No more running away from war
But karma
No more fighting it man
premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
My god the man he just walked right by
'N she gon' cry
Skippin'
I'm missin'
I'm sorry I'm private
I'm sorry I'm late
I'm sorry don't buy it
No
loose as long as u came wit it
and u can cry aint no shame in it
it diddnt work out wit me and ur mom
but yo push come to shove u were concived in love
You ain't buyin my CD are you?
So why should I try?
I'm one of those greatest of all timers
No hand shake
I got no respect for you other rhymers
No hand
choosin'
And I don't give a fuck
Sleep on me and you're losin'
Lay on my chest and I rub on your booty
Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the cutest
But
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
expectations
Keep the hype I don’t need donations
I’m sorry if you think I’m hating
But you gotta earn my admiration
Only after thorough observation
Cause what
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
quick sand the more I move
The more I'm trapped under its immense weight
So instead I ignore it, don't talk, don't listen, just play dumb
It's no big deal
the message
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love love
Foxy Music
I want, I want L. O. V. E. Love you
I want K. I. S. S. Kiss you
Yeah, golden
are no fans
More absolute
They see it all
I can't dispute
The knowledge that
They impute
A lot shit
Ya cant compute
Im not controlled
Try ta mute
Fuck
of me
B**** don't wanna holla b**** I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick now I'ma problem (problem child)
Can't get no features on my album n****s
a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80's
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save
the temp goes up to the mid-80's
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie
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