Lyrics:
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
early
Oh shit I got sat
Lemme go and get that
Got to give my whole speech
The kid looks like Chris Pratt
"Hey man how you doin?"
"I'm real good, how bout
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
Somewhere in Beijing with a bad little thing
And she say that she like how I Rock
Jabronis around me they gotta get lost
Can tell the car foreign just by
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
Cuz i know the clock is ticking, and it ain't ticking on mine
Man i'm trying to make this feeling last forever
Got my brothers and i'm better than ever
Yeah-yeah
What up, Gabe? What up, Hunter?
The Culdesac Club (yeah)
The Culdesac Club (yeah)
It feels good to be back
Woo
Feels good to be back (yeah)
Hop, and Jacob's a prince
Sean is an old man, and Slug is a PIMP now
They say I'm buggin' because of
The way I love 'em
Nervous 'cause I know I'll never
a turd i said don't give a turd
Cause don't give a turd
Hey mc chris what don't you give
Man I don't give a turd oh I get it
MC Bucks is on the bones
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
diss
And how many of 'em will
See the humour in this?
6ix9ine's too busy grooming the kids
Is he guilty? Yeah, I'm assuming he is
Chris Pine's no
mense to go secure the geld
Go get the top bag without being a con-man
But unemployment is on the rise we not finding the job
So to cheat, steal and rob
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
throat by a dick man
I got two three one six five man
I was there on the corner
You know what it is
I'm selling croissants
Like a fuckin' grandma
Grandma,
I'm not good at getting too emotional
Want you right here by my side I would never let you go
Danny Phantom for the whip but I'm never going ghost
slower again?
In any case, any sine curve must necessarily be a good
Sign, or so I was told a long time ago. That, I remember.
That I do not recollect
Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at?
Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit man?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin' paranoid and shh
Get
to the season that they born in
You fight in the streets, start bleedin' 'til the blood is pourin'
In the gutter, mothers cry 'til the Lord be livin' by
I'll call Gucci to help you with you eulogy
And Nas can help you with your Oochie
Wally on this dick, this is Chris
Add the Topher if you really legit
Swear, we gone tear it up
Lord said I must do it without ya
Birth is blessed
The rest wicked
The West was one by those who kick it
Eyeball sacks, appraise
I'm too young for 40's, and too young for blunts
The only thing I'm not too young for is the stunts
The girlies, the ladies, I love them with
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
But not because of our own strength
We're saved because H is mercy has no end
And by the washing and regeneration of our spirit
We become renewed
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