Lyrics:
Don't be touching all on my money
Cause that make my honey look sleazy
Getting paid is like good sex
Cause my money comes easy
My fat stack be the reason
We're getting drunk on Christmas
And probably for the rest of the night
So raise your cup and here's
To all our Christmas cheers
Warm nights
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
the Red Sea parted
Provide the harvest, in drought and shortage
With Jah by my side I've got all advantage
(Here, here I come again)
Gong,
drill, Just and bang your spine (Just)
Bob your head like me APL de, up inside your club or in your Bentley
Get messy, loud and sick
Ya'll mount past
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
No one out there thought you could do
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Flexibly bob and weave
Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy
To take flight involves my game tight
I'm a meteorite target in sight
Week after week fuck
fear that my Bob's in a terrible place
Maybe you'll find him inside of this vase
Maybe a lion is eating his face?
Oh, bad things are bad
Maybe your
me
But don't come up to me talking like you my pappy
Im feeling real happy probably wanna get passed me
But ask me what's makes you wanna smoke all
like suction cups
Yea what the fuck is up you duck
You better slip
Or get your wrist slit
Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits
A phat
The man Maseo is here to put the habit along
And what you have, I'm 'bout to speak about your area code
Is it 918? (No)
Is it 212? (No)
I'm speakin'
somebody!
We just came here to hurt someone!
You ain't even worth the download
We come in six different covers
You ain't even got a barcode?!
I'm in
ahead, just jump into it
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it
Get stutted, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like
and
Come on ya'll let's get... Oohhoo!
Aha, let's get oh in here (right now yeah.)
Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here
Cookoo, aha, let's get,
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
you dey go alone
I say shut up there, come down, oya bring your phone
Officer search him, if he tries to talk, I want you to slap him
By their fruits
life
You leaving without it, get caught by the night
I'm sending my dog, cause I know he bite
You think that I'm fighting, go fight for your life
I'm
damn town to get killed
It's all about the game, and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch yourself
Cause you can wear what you want, even
forgetti omo nu wai
Over here Papaye no be fried rice.
This is how I Engineered my thoughts
Was thinking masters even when
I had a demo mind
Your
(by Bob Marley)
Stir it up; little darlin', stir it up. Come on, baby
Come on and stir it up: little darlin', stir it up. O-oh!
It's been a long,
appreciate what I did to this game
Bein' that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same hood you come from
We share basically
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
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