Lyrics:
know me
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin' and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just
to explain to my kid. My kid is heartbroken, heartbroken. We're all heartbroken. And someone sent me that poem about the Rainbow Bridge or the Animals Cross
We don't take no orders bitch we bossin'
Tried to run up on us what it cost him
It won't end well for you if you cross me
You best value your life
Clean the windshield and throw out the trash
So I let him (Hey)
I even asked a brother his
Name, where he was from
Got kids man and what's their ages
He
Shots in the spinal, from my rivals
Cross the t's and dot the i's and
Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around
Shit, it's the kid rapper's
The drives cross town to pick up both her kids
See Annie is 9, Jackson is 7
She was a senior in high school when she got pregnant
They were a mistake
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
a vast squad of men
From Asgard to have as their ass - guardians
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not famous
But I'll still get you into this
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
Yeah, I'm a rapper
But I'm losin' my respect for the genre
How many songs about Xanax and
Alcohol are we droppin'?
How many kids we gonna kill 'fore
niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots
So when I
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
niggedy-knows more kids than um, Bebe
So higgedy-hey hey hey not Dwayne but I got props
I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots
So when I
crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a watch
Word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
for me
Kid's lost, bum bitch, watch 'em laugh on me (Watch em laugh, aye)
Thoughts criss-cross, aye
Got a switch blade, I don't need to grip glocks, aye
Hank Shocklee calls
music's worst nightmare
"Hey, he's a good kid"
[Chuck D] Air Hoodlum (repeat 2X)
[Tony D] Check check, check
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
you took so long?
By the end of the night
You gonna be my wife
We gonna have three kids
Picket fence that’s white
Okay, tell me what you want
home to the wife
Then I noticed that don't know here the hell I am
Must've taken a wrong turn
Shit let me phone home hey honey
Listen don't get cross
Scaring kids at night
I'm not looking for a fight
But if someone wants to go
I'll show them what is right
Take it as a warning
Baby, take it as you
Jabam.
He is in search of celestial flowers sought by Dhraupati.
Hey oldie...
Remove your nasty extension out of my path.
Hey creature, are you deaf?
kid
Getting wasted by my lonesome till
I feel the hope come
Until i feel the hope come
Responsibility is knocking don’t run
Speeding with my seatbelt
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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