Lyrics:
suckers for the Flavor Flav pile
Flavor Flav the flavor of the pile
Lamping boy Medina style
Kicking the flavor, getting busy
You're going out, I think
to for us to get busy!
Sometimes I'm timid sometimes Shy Glizzy!
Still take you out to eat word to Tee Grizzly
I'm a Snow Zow and that girl a snow bunny!
God-like
Nkare ke futsitse Davida
I'm busy writing Psalms
So relax and kick your feet up
Get your money
Baby bouncing it be procedure
Biting the boy would
I'm skurtin ' off in the whip, yeah She busy rubbin' my dick
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it, okay I I get it
I get it, I get it, I
got my finger on the trigger niggas better duck when I pull it
Get the boys out the hood Cuba Gooding
You just mad cause I went and did it when you
out
u get played by these hoes its a chess game
i see ice on my eyes got my shade zone
got this rap game tight on my ankle
keep ur shauty on the list
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
Gotta make it for my gang, I cannot fall
Busy stacking money, I can't pick up no call
Yeah pick up no call , Yeah pick up no call
Making this money yes
muthafuckas wanna be like me
I represent that 3, the capital T-E-C
You bitches better keep my name out'cha mouth
Before I get a bag of that
Fire and wait
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
(Hah hah) (man listen)
Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!
I got the down
ain't ready for this type of grimy shit
We ain't act with motherfucking lifestyle
We're just living everyday
Getting it on
Get the fuck out the way
While
ain't ever been around here before, and
You ain't ever seen the stars and the moon glow
Never heard your Granny yell out, "Boy stop slammin' them
i say mind your business too
Too busy thinking bout dying up in the living room
Takeshi's Castle, open the door fall out
Glow boy, like ball out
I'm
Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime
(Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We can
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
trust in my Blick
Why
Glock got the switch but it stay by my side
Scarborough raised up until I die
East side baby shoutout to my guys
Get jiggy
They
the Dying
It's nothing short of infernal
There are untrained nuns
Taking important medical decisions
An acute shortage of doctors
And medical provisions
I
at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags?
Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too,
If I'd
the money in the world couldn’t heal the things you’ve felt dawg
Your self esteem is never gon' be measured by your wealth
What’s a mansion if you fall asleep
What's going on what's popping, nah I ain't get the memo
I was busy making bops I had 'em moving like jello
And "GOODJOB" left 'em buzzing, yeah I
By my side was my family
Not a stupid ass fuck boy testing me
I never had time for love
Cause I was too damn busy tryna get up
If you feel my
me fall
Dying in the open as you watch me in the shades to bleed
Look twice to save a life as i plead
I'm just a man who represents the bikers creed
a Christmas tree)
How you find the energy to envy me (please)
I'm too busy living for the one that invented me (whew)
seriously I don't have the energy
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