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pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
about me? The garden doesn't lie, just like your worried face, Mr...”
Edward. Indeed, 'm troubled by one thing. In a few days I will have a difficult
them birds
Ya heard me
Can't a mothafuka serve me
I still hold the title
Reposessed it from some of my
Greatest idols
You punk ass bitches is
to get up so tall I stood
It's in the air
It's all too clear
My dreams are realized
Just look at the tears in my eyes
Yeah We up in the city
So tell me now
she goes she'll roll over in a solid gold casket
When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
'cause he was the champion, as the champion he was my
Manners isn't made for Gnar
Banner Hulk is who I are
Charming but alarming
Bandle City's my Jurassic Park
-From Diddy Kong, - (To the mighty Grodd)
(Hit
And we moved to Arizona
But just know a nigga do it for the town
Real niggas' in the city know
I hold the shit down for the
You know I do it for the town
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
says that they can't get hold of me
Tell them niggas I'll be on the same blower
Who am I? The baddest MC that grime ever produced
The resident Eskimo
All the stars rotating in their canopy
Black gold, rolling in the hold
Back and forth, in time for every swell
Black gold, time would now unfold
banger last night called Kendall
I said I would always hold you down
'Cus being real it ain't new to me
My English lit but I was doing truancy
Gold zip
to hold my title
No I don't got friends but I got rivals
They gon follow me wherever I go
Girl I'll keep you safe just like at geico
Stress has got us
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be
bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
of style
Don't play with fire, what they told Azula
A zoo in my city gorillas for shooters
I tune in through video IG live while I'm Arcenio
Hauling my ass
Struggle hard for my title and intend to hold it
You want it? Then all invitations open
[Chorus]
[Tray Deee]
I take seven old be's put 'em in
staying in our beds for a week
If I'm out today I might be back tomorrow, don't hold your breath for me
I'm under clear blue skies
I'm under clear blue
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I`ma send him a wave
Of some
the truth in you
earth calls you
no answer
she hides the truth in you
the city sings a song as she holds your hand
the river runs clean down onto the sand
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine
A tech nine might come in handy for the next time
I'm frustrated, chumps are making
I’m the one
But
I can’t enjoy the city that I’m from
Had to jump
Now I’m back like I never left
Coming up from the slums
Stayed smart played
backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.
I see a dark sail on the horizon
Set under a black
Crystal clear so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I
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