Lyrics:
right here a bop
They wanting me to fall off, but ask when I'm gon' drop
Ay, whoa
got bitches by the flock
But I been on the clock
Don't believe me, just
Leisure Pak
Now all of this happened in 1983
This wasn't as bad as the trees
That were chopped down by the bloody Once-ler
And then he took the Thneeds,
Yeah nothing's been the same at the local parade
But I love you like I did back then
We were walking home drinkin' cherry Kool-Aid
And I was feeling
knocks me over in the corridor
Never says hello like I'm a foreigner
He's a fuckin tool we call him Tooly Mcdouche
Sits on his throne and dreams of who
At first Mom and Poppa called the little girl a lady
They raised her on the banks of a river bed
A house boat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
even keep up, you chase your own tail
Catch you at the motel 6, gettin' your dick sucked by a grown male
With your toe nail up his ass like oh well, you
bounce off walls like a sentient Roomba
Just found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm
get clapped
Ayo Bri, ya pussy was wack
And these niggas they know what I jack
You jack OzK you get clapped
And yea Lotti got stabbed in his back
That
it no slouching
So many people doubt me
Nigga they don't know about me
Checks coming by the thousands
Ricc bitch like Roddy
Flow hot like Takas
Down
Standin' on a corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
And me, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
Standin' on a corner,
Suitcase in my hand.
Jack's in his car, says to Jane, who's in her vest,
Me, babe, I'm in a rock n' roll band.
Ridin' in
Hundred miles they're running
Anthony and the Johnsons
Listening to 'em while I'm rolling my weed up
Get humble by the simple fact that
I'm rolling this
I ain't in the car
Man, wait until we get home Imma whoop your..
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his thin skin, lowered chin
He knew the names that they would taunt him with
Faggot, sissy, punk, queen, queer
Although he'd never had sex in his 15
his motherfuckin' head!
If he got any money, take it!
If there is money there, rob the motherfuckin' joint!
As far as moms bust her in her goddamn
to the pig's door
And then the wolf said
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin"
So I huffed and I puffed
And I blew that
..... to get out of his car."}
Yeah, yeah check it
From alligator belts to patty melts I be that smoothest nigga
So hwo do you figga that Atlant
making his rounds
Well, you'll leave me hanging by the skin of my teeth
I've only got one leg to stand
You can send me to hell
But I'll never let go
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
Charles Barkley would be
played by Marcus Garvey
he'd be throwin people off his back and makin
sure they never got a rebound rebound / and
he'd throw it
Harlow's range to wrestle some cattle. The marshall and his deputies showed up and shot 'em in the neck. The most bloody fireworks Dog Head City had ever
the club with a Glock, got it tucked in my hoodie
I never leave it home, I'd rather face jury
That boy left his home that got him buried
'Til death do us
centipede, it's Dax!
My path's a lonely road, I walk alone
And I keep my eyes closed
I don't fuck wit' you broke hoes
I'd rather jack off inside my home
I can
I been running round in the streets all day
Don't you love the way the hi-hats kiss the guitar and the bass
Life ain't fair but it be that way
I been
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