Lyrics:
tight, see me catching flights
At the international terminal, where you don't go
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped
And tripped by mic
graduation..
Ah yeaah?!! I'ts a ... it's a Fillmore, isn't it? Real futuristic, ah.. I dig the fins... listen: do you know how to get to the ah Hollywood Inn
the futuristic unpredicted by the psych (Uh huh)
Either nigga's vibe or they make shit light (Whew)
Hip to the hop when I came in the do' (What?)
Missy went
out (Um hmm)
I'm the top n****, watch n****, hot n****, yo (Yo)
S*** that I dropped, nonstop n****, whoa (Whoa)
Meet the futuristic unpredicted by
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
the Grouch, chill on the couch (fuck)
You got an Oscar, damn
Can anyone else get some food in they mouth? (for real)
They made a movie about you, you're in
[Chorus: Grouch]
No strings are attached
This is who I am
My rap is not an act
I am my own man
I don't want it to be how it used to be
I want
jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music
(Ciara)
Ooh (a new era)
A new era, yeah
Futuristic daddy, oh boy
So nice to meet you
'Cause everything about you says you're my type and I love it
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
The car I drive, La Ferrari
When I go by, smoke in your eyes
So open your eyes, the joke's on you guys
And you ain't gotta be a mason to see through
thinkin' I'm leavin' my baby by marchin' for dimes?
You'll get that curve, you way out of line
Gave her that rock, I'm stayin' with mine
I keep the huddle
bullshit when they walk by
(Yeah!) Heard that old saying, yo
Never ever cross a one day, give ya most
Never ever act funny for the white folks
I'm a big
The car I drive, La Ferrari
When I go by, smoke in your eyes
So open your eyes, the joke's on you guys
And you ain't gotta be a mason to see through
and that's really mine
I payed cash for it, I really grind
Niggas measuring pounds instead of time
Cake stacked today, know it's a quarter mill
I could tell by
the futuristic love will be reduced to physics
Computer digits made by robots
That use statistics, algorithms, and group logistics
The mood-resistant
wasn't drivin?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
the middle, lost within the riddle
On God's reflection I stand, within an intersection of life lost
Double crossed by man, we stand ignorant
False prophet,
no use to my self once when I'm dead
And though I trusted I was lied to by my own
I bare no grouch and I carry no milestone
Look at me now I am
The train runs over the camel but is derailed by the gnat
How will we know? (futuristic crashendos)
March of the rotten vegetables
The big ol' bug is
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