Lyrics:
To surprise his wife
Cuh he ain't never had the
Girl of his dreams around
And he was married to the
Girl that he dreams about
So he'd do anything to keep her
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
what are we gonna do?
(I don't know)
Pressure is mountin'
Oh, baby, now how we gonna get through?
(I don't know)
Can't go left, can't go right
send you that ride along, ay (is you ready for this?)
Lil' Tez in a wheelchair, but he gon' live (but he gon' make it)
Right side of his body ain't
out like a psycho
What's he gonna do? Where's he gonna go now
Last I heard he was living in a motel
Broke up with his old girl then he broke down
Took
got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly
And yes, he's so cool
Hey shawty (hey shawty)
What it do
He's mad 'cause I'm looking
You know a man likes a good time
He likes to wine and then dine
A beautiful woman
And love her through the night
And if the lovin' feels right
coke and you mother's a freak
So I keep on rappin, if nothin else
Keep your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and Bitch, he's a MC right
Ain't sayin
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
seeing 'Yonce on her knees
Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick
seeing 'Yonce on her knees
Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick
praying it'll ring
You know it ain't right
'Cause you're never gonna do what he wants to
Kneeling by the bed, praying it true
You know it ain't right
straight
(Yo, my man's a prophet too)
Yo, god, you think he ain't?
So do the right thing, it's not a black or a white thing
We're here to let you know
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
It ain't wrong to do you
And I know when you showing them love
That you're just trying to help
But your life will be passing you by if
You don't get it
we gonna do? (I don't know)
Pressure is mountin
Oh baby now how we gonna get through? (I don't know)
Can't go left (uh uh) can't go right (uh uh)
time, y'all thought a nigga was high
Thought I was crazy, my mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her overstepping
But do
Barbara, there.
Tell me that's not her.
Tell me her son, James, is not the one.
Here, stop the car.
Watch out for the broken glass.
Pull over right up
be big right now before I change shit
Just roll me up an L and live life and just do what I do
It's all lovely when it's right
But when it's wrong I
bang with
I be big right now before I change shit
Just roll me up an L and live life and just do what I do
It's all lovely when it's right
But when it's
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