Lyrics:
they don’t know me
Till I pull the chain out
Let the mothafucka hang out
That’s a gift from my father, he was an OG
Yup, so it’s in my veins, wanting
blue bills
Fuck it let me get a bottle
She on my body
For some new heels (On my body for some new heels)
She said she want it by tomorrow (By tomorrow)
outside, I couldn't believe my eyes
He was in Bill's arms breathin hard and french kissin
I was ready for Mary, Susan, Helen and Jane
When all the time
mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents
back
Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me
But I laid it down telling him to fuck right off chap
Phoned this company out the yellow
wanted to do
I knew it
I knew it ever since I first saw Kill Bill
I been flowin' like that blood, Uma Thurman spill
None other than the RZA, yeah he
lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you
like me
He's been let down one too many times
Workin sixty hours a week and he don't ever see a dime
Between bills and bail it's a living hell and he's
understand a fuckin word he says
Grandpa Jougenson?
Oh I know Grandpa Jourgenson
Yeah, ya'll might know him by other things
Punk ass muthafucka
Hypo Luxa,
payin' your bills
It takes two to make a kid
When the hell you gon' understand
That's you baby's mama
[Snoop Dogg]
Let me holla at why'all for
lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you
bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
found me, they found me
Bill Cosby is going to jail for three to ten years
Bill Cosby is going to jail for three to ten years
Bill Cosby is going to jail
dusk
Loves to wave at the drivers coming past, especially rush hour
You know, he knows most of them by name
And, well, they often stop off, see how he's
there'll be no bobtail flushes make me bite
'Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach
And he played them tight but lost his pile
And Bill got
lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you
lady squeal.
He's all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won't I see you
niggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about
Hunid dolla, hunnid dolla bill, real, uh
Her voice is full of money
He's a crook, George
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
He was born a William
But he goes by Bill
He's had some big dreams
And he has them still
Well her name's Samantha
Only he calls her Sam
They
there'll be no bobtail flushes make me bite
‘Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach
And he played them tight but lost his pile
And Bill got
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
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