Lyrics:
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first
to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good
became too numb
To take knee
If this mind started to doubt,
When you called me your knight
I felt like like a pawn
Used and deceived by these bishops as I
know you miss the rap general, well here I am to say
Here I am today
Bitch I'm here to stay
Who got the mic to rock and rock hard
I said, who got the mic
longer
And abducted you grabbed you by your tail
It wasn't you but all of us who failed
Oh Alan make us smile again
Oh Alan will you wake up and tell us
But it feels so good
Yo Bishop let me tell you about this one girl I know
Cuz she’s so amazing to me
We finally met each other in this lifetime
A is for Adam and he was the first man
be for the brimstone that rained on the land
see is for Cain, he slew his brother you know
D is for Daniel who
Yo, what it is? What it do? What's goodie?
You are now tuned in to the sounds of
A Tribe Called De La Peas
L.A. New York collabo
Y'all know what
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
you're pleased
And that I'm never alone
You're a good good father
It's who you are, it's who you are, it's who you are
And I'm loved by you
It's who
fists -- not so fast
This is not the start of World War Three
No political ploys
I think both your constitutions are terrific so
Now you know -- be good
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
On some crucial shhiiiiiiiit
Fuck it
Meet me at the crucifix
I don't give a fuck
Bout who you wiiiiittth
Ain't a killer
But I'm with the shits
Hit em
plus me, the Queen
I send shots, send 'em back or flee the scene
You know, one of the perils of makin' money
Is you can afford to be dramatic
hatin, you should never hate, congratulate
Look hurr, my attitude is sensed that you may never know my mind
I know just what I'm thinkin if I don't want
thought
I hope you know that I love you give credit for who you are
TDT
The Deove Tapes
That Damn Television
The Demons Talking
sex
And the brief glimmer of happiness
I find in the misery
Of those who are sitting in the
Theatre of which this screen exists
I want you to know
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
and making
Sure you fill out your Census so that
People know who you are and
Where you are the next thing is making
Sure you exercise your political bully
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