Lyrics:
I'm racking my brains to think of a name
To give to this tune so Perry can croon
And maybe old Bing will give it a fling
And that'll start
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
don't wanna let this opportunity to pass by
Feeling like I met you in our past life
I don't even your name
I don't even know your name
I don't even, I
As though i'd lost a father of mine
E a e
But malcolm x got what was coming
G#m a
He got what he asked for this time
E c#m a b7 e
So love me,
ain't harmin' Nas harmonized
Here's the break
I'mma translate lyrics so well
I excel, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
I got a case of vocal
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
the Alamo, so tragically
At least I got a pornographic memory
It's like college. It's all a blur to me
You know my name but you never heard of me
A filing
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
and Sammy known to run traps to the ground
Threw a potato on the barrel, it won't make a sound
Yeah, I wanna stick the plug, but he got some numbers
Them
Orrskii gone pull up to your spot he ain't playing no games
A couple niggas almost got shot for playing with my name
I heard rumor said I was hot
a swing-a, or a "I love you-a,"
I love, I love to sing!
Give me a song-a
About a son-a gun that went and done her wrong-a.
But keep it clean-a,
By
Say my name if you want more beef
...
I don't associate wit niggas who switch
fake thug like Sammy the Bull, turn snitch
Yo my glock kick, ready to spit
'Opus One'
It's not for Sammy Kaye, hey, hey, hey
It's 'Opus One'
It's got to swing, not sway, baby
If Mr. Les Brown can make it renowned
And Ray Anthony
that's the light in the dark
In all of the valleys under lucky stars
By the satellite dishes and the non-runnin' cars
I'm feelin' all the people dreamin'
Mexican, handle a hose
All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol
Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what
Two in the holster, my code name
I'm racking my brains to think of a name
To give to this tune so Perry can croon
And maybe old Bing will give it a fling
And that'll start
got Imma smile
I'm walking with G.O.D now
Every single knee better be bowed Uh
Better be bowed Uh
Better be bowed Uh
Better be bowed
Every single knee
babies
Hope she hear this verse and have second thoughts on how she had felt
I got green thumb shawty I'll resurrect dead daisies
My magnolias still
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names
with a rapper
Only fuck with real niggas no actors, yeah yeah
I got it, yeah I got it, yeah I got it Yeah you know I got it
He wanna know how it feel
you know me
Not a soul can hold me, I'm here
That's why I ain't got no (rap name)
The name's (Obie Trice)
(They see me in the streets, they be
ass up, drop it
Make that ass low
I'm a pimp up on the drive by
Pimp it to my spine
And let me introduce you to
Some bitches that I got
I got to hold
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