Lyrics:
at the veggie disco
Oooh
That's right everybody this has been DJ Pickle
Broadcasting to you live from studio B12
Have a fresh green night
And remember stay
fresh (like I 'pose to)
Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to)
I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest)
I caught up with this ho
she
it'll get worst
I guess I'm just fucking cursed
That little sticky stay by my side
Thought you was my hitta you was my ride or die
I don trust you about
Sittin' down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel it and like it
Well, get your lover and reel
Sittin' down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel it and like it
Well, get your lover and reel
Sittin' down by the rhythm revue
Roll over Beethoven
We're rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel it and like it
Well, get your lover and reel
piss in the rain
I don't wanna go out and get pissed up again
Your sick to your stomach why
Cos I'm sick in the brain
I'm fucked do I turn to drugs fresh
on top
He couldn't go and get a fresh flat top
Jesus never had a barber shop
People shake their heads as they walk by
The old man just smiles with a tear
thank you very much
The compliment is for the tie it's not for you
But we take it and that's kind of the job of clothes
To get compliments for us
Because
processor,
To process it, I'll set it
I said it!
So keep running around hot headed
Till you get hot leaded
Till everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
what u need
Fresh hunnids out the bank
I swear I make it look easy
She think I'm out on sneaky links
You feel dat way set me free
I just hustle get paid
But most of all I'll remember when I'd want to leave you'd say stay
You looked confused but sigh with we'll take it day by day
And I don't know what
specialty
When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
Not sayin
and get fucked up
Last nigga got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang ya
You'll get
from all of this action
You get split like fractions, you niggas is acting
Don't ask me what happened, I ain't gonna tell
I'll do the dirt, I'll pay
much
You can get touched with the scope of my pen
Your brains mush talk loud all you want
I’ll crush you faggot niggas
Best to pass the dutch or
We’ll be
Standin' by the speaker
Suddenly I had this fever
Was it me or either summer madness
'Cause I just can't stand around
So I get closer
Standin' by the speaker
Suddenly I had this fever
Was it me or either summer madness
'Cause I just can't stand around
So I get closer
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
can buy a Rothko at a Costco
News is entertainment even if
It's gloom and doom
Customers create by mixing up
What they consume like a DJ
Lichtenstein
don't matter what I drive
Pull up on her in a beater bet you she still get inside
Let's Go
Let's Go
I'm B-I-G 2-3 that's me
Play with me I'll leave
feeling like I up and let ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college's professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
(Bitch) I'll be
the flex math with the X
Hulk with the muscle
Gutter with the poodle
Sipping henny, get it fresh from the bottle
Slow with the turtle
Bitch with the cuddle
Let's go
Ay
Yeah
Ay
Yeah
Let's go let's jump
Dj make the speakers pump
We gon' get it started started
What you want you know we got it
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