Lyrics:
the third
Who went by the nickname of Buddy
Led a life that tells a helluva story
But today is the day that it ends
He Was the only son of Peggy and Louis
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
Coleman
Louis Armstrong, Roach
Let me sit in sit in like Brownie
Sit in sit in Like Bud
Mté di Wyclef spit on this track
Li dim yes map fèl jowee
Mais li pa
money, and he took Billy Lyon's stetson hat
Billy Lion said Stagger Lee, lord why do you do me like that
Now Billy Lyon begged Stagger Lee, said please
real quick
We are the shape of jazz to come
They told me drink to your success, became an alcoholic, nineteen
The good die young, I lived the blueprint
be there
Kicked bottles and morals with stripes on my feet
Dealing on Basin and St. Louis St
Just looking for an option to get by
I think about these
rich)
That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Pesos, Euros, Yen,
using tongs
Wings from Bong Chong
The flannel from Hong Kong
The soul jazz
I'm the offspring of Louis
Armstrong
Dancing on the table like Frankie Lyman
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
Shaquille O'neal, Ryan O'neal
Vamo' de nuevo
Shaquille O'neal, Ryan O'neal
Eugene O'neill, Nine inch nill
Louis armstrong, Neil armstrong
Taco bell,
Shark Tales
Goddamn
Like a diamond I'm so frozen
Turn a desert to an ocean
Hit me up I got the potion
Always got that forward motion
With my girl
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
what’s going on?
I’m blowing up like a bomb
They be like what’s going on?
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wanna see me when I fucking kill it
Who that nigga?
Good evening, turrets and gentle-cubes!
My name is Loose Screws Louis and I will
Be your Jazz Core for this evening
I'm gonna sing you a song
Called
it
Yeah let's try
Let me cut the music
Give me a nice walking base
Looking for some swing
No hang on what's that
Du jazz
A 5 4
Who do you think I am
and contradictions
The horns of Louis Armstrong wrestle with the devil's
While fireworks compete with gunshots on a hot summer night
Back in the day, we made
beside Meek's personal stylist, Sade
Who tells me
That Meek rarely wears the same shoes twice
Anymore especially his Timberlands, she says
Which are "one
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
bowl boils
Hexen rule
Explain the mood harm
The DDR scene
Alpine pullovers
Alpine give over
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
the sweep spot
Give me that back on a bike with a G-shock
All if that jazz, all the drums, all the C sets
I'm a go stunt, they ain't been to the east yet
device
Shut up boy don't ask the price
I want that new Louis too
Who gon' swipe that card through
From the rack some new shoes
Give me black opal jewels
I
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
Is
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
shit
Donny Hathaway, O'Jays, with some Ray Charles
Sipping chardonnay, old 'Ye, Louis Armstrong
Let me talk about
Let me talk about this love like
Yeah
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