Lyrics:
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
Good lookin', so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats
Going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy
turbans, kufi's
Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy
Talkin in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life
Everything is good in my bank except cop dice
the end of me
Good news for Tommy D
And Dick Haymes, Dick Todd, and Como
Why should it get their goat
Each time I bend a note
Dick Haymes, Dick Todd,
the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch
And then one fine day on the production line
Fernando says, "hey Tommy, I'm runnin' out of time
I'm twenty-eight years old, at the edge of my prime
And I
after the good times
Carry his sadness all by himself tonight
Ask for advice just get played by the devil instead
He'll see what you're doing
look over
bequeathed to Danny at dear Tommy's wake
From that seat you can see the whole world come and go
And hear all the good craic, just to stay in the know
'n day
wait
I've been feeling good and you been looking great
Goddamn
This for those having a good time
Making the best out of life
Pour up a glass, roll
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
you look good, you're giving me wood
You should pull over like a sweatshirt with a hood
Let's network, get our poly on, you and me both
Break bread
admit, I'm only looking at her hips
She said this song kinda make her wanna strip
I'm here for a good time, not a long time
Miss me with that hate shit,
guard by letting down their
Guard i don’t even know if I
Made one fucking good point
But what I wanna say is, this
Guy let me, a celebrity designer
Work
told me
I've seen so much in my life I've never questioned, this time the good Lord took me by surprise
Yesterday my Betty died
With skin as tough
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
an automatic shotty from a drum they call "Tommy"
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leaking
Mortimer is
an automatic shotty from a drum they call "Tommy"
Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me
When I hit every piece of your visible body, he leaking
Mortimer is
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
Long time now I'm back
D. O
Scares on my body
Body my link
Don get back be Rocky
Nobody but all me
Living by dead
Fed on your neck
Dont gotta be owin
as deep as the lies that you spin
This is the last chance that I shouldn't give
This better be good this time
This better just blow my mind
Words that i
Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha?
Hmm, you
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Popped a perc 30
Now I'm walking like a zombie
30 got me Pale in tha face
Scare the fuck outta Tommy
Know you niggas heard me
Y'all been swervin off
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