Lyrics:
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!"
"What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts!"
"Leg?! I thought you said it was your tummy?"
"Oh, I
to Petty Pablo Man
And I ain't goin no where
No cap u can bet dat
You can bet that
Yeah
This ones for NORTH CAROLINA
home of the tar heel state
Duke too no
Ass-niggas betta stay... your mother fuckin' ass back
Turnin' state
Motherfucker 'round here turnin' state, ha
You're rattin' on a nigga, ha
We gonna get
at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue
How far to see ya peep
When you need ya very own
Bring ya mother or your brother
When ya'll need another pocket
Full of motherfucking stones bitch!
I
What's your favorite scary movie?
Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)
We got the film right here
Yeah, I'm
break in your home and take the specifics
And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with ya
So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains
We find out
and get home to my youts
The black excellent and insecure ain’t by the door their simply spooks
Wreaking of Boule DNA to tell the truth but...
I digress
leather seats feel like plush (uh-huh)
4 twelves make my shit go bump (go bump)
20 carrots got your bitch goin nuts
Livin like a star so dey get so struck
Hop in the paint and the shots up damn
Top of the key in a hurry like curry
Bitch taste good Oreo McFlurry
Take her home metronome
You know this her
on this,
i'll put twenty bucks on the wizard
unless you see him first,
in which case i expect to be reimbursed.
i'll ask your daughter to dance before i
say
I always love for the street every single day
You better get down on your knees, you better pray
Cause goin' against the grain of this Squad
I
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain? It runs deep – share it with me!
They'll never take me alive
I'm gettin' high with my 4-5
Cocked
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep; share it with me!
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five
This shit's been wildin out
Better by the minute, I'm getting, and I'm an uncle now
Gotta get back to it
I done told you mother fuckers Ima get back
could be yours tomorrow
Remember the tables can turn
You can't judge a book, a book by its cover
And that's a lesson we all can learn
One more day
Miss Lady you're wrong, for leading them on
Got them thinking that its love, when its only bout them bucks
You got them leaving their homes, to be
list
And i wanted this to be elaborate
And so stratuous
And u just slide by and wise-ey
U want another piss-ey
Is that the way you goin for his-ey
I know
she's the one who keeps you goin'
When you'd swear hope is gone
She's the mother of your children
Thank God she won't leave you alone
So if your
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
"Ms. Jenkins"
A lot of tears shed over what you been through,
A mothers pain pays, for what her kid do,
As Bryan life fades, in the rear view,
You
the zone all by myself
I'm alone all by myself, I'm on my own
But homes I could set the tone myself
And make the track that I could rap on myself
I wrote
for our rights, for all our mothers
And then we, we
We are fighting for our homes
We are fighting for our own
Look, imagine a world that's fucked
longer
You goin make me feel something I ain't felt in awhile
That's what you wanna hear yeah I know your style
Running buck wild like yous a lost child
I
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