Lyrics:
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
that you could need
Sir Bernard Spilsbury
Old ladies to adolescents in all stages of putrescence
So come inside and see what you can see!
So don't
said "Well take off your gun, if you want to get done
An' I'll show you that I ain't the one"
The cop rolled up his fist
Puts the handcuffs on my
pick up my pace as I stay at my place
I'm paving the way so we can create
These are the breaks I'll step on the gas like it is the race
I'm giving you
wanna see close up
So we don't approach them, they come and approach us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff
In
to my goal
You could do this shit too, just don't give up on yourself
And I know it ain't no help, it's a lot up on your belt
Smoke gelato by the pound,
radio
Spin my jam when I'm cruisin' down the bario
Turn my audio up, create a party yo
(Hey DJ would you play my song)
And get ma rock get ma roll
me the cologne
I'll see you at school tomorrow
I'll see you at school tomorrow
(Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up
Take a hit) i'll see you at school
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
Left for dead you should watch ya tone, Yoshi
Who put this "L" on my forehead?
They got it warped, better sober up
I'll leave a brother looking more red
here!
It's where?
Coming up the stair!
I'll get rid of this lot
As they're still pretty hot
And then I'll be there! (It's about to be opened
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
to swallow
Bitch you can't see all this shit
Like it's guano
I'll smoke a tree and a half
By tomorrow
Then I return with the boost that I need
I can't concern
we don't appraoch them, they come and appraoch us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down with the west fixin' go sho' nuff
In the V.I.P. and all
and playettes, teachers, staff, and students
I am very honored to welcome you to the high school annual talent show
Brought to you by the makers of Wiz Khalifa
Five mil a year, that's Gucci
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
Snort a line, who cares
Get the popcorn out, it's a movie
Sir Mix-a-Lot, serve bricks a lot
Now you crossed me, mane (I keep a lot heat, lot of heat)
It's like (I keep a lot heat, lot of heat)
You know (I keep a lot heat, lot of heat)
snooker."
"Jumped up hi-fi salesmen who call you Sir, when what they mean really is twat
Kids who crayon on cars, I can piss through the bars on the whole
here!
It's where?
Coming up the stair!
I'll get rid of this lot
As they're still pretty hot
And then I'll be there! (It's about to be opened
sir, yes sir, yes sir
They know that I'm the main topic, you talkin' that nonsense, then throw it away
I saw that foreign ass girl in the parking lot
don't think you can party like me
Someone pass the Bacardi White, please
I'm tryna turn up 'til the stars are shining
And the sun comes up then I'll
don't cut us slack. The kind words that they don't mean, like
"You got this" and "keep up the good work"
If I was doing good, then give me a raise, sir
help me feel chosen
Lot of Bombay some lemonade mix it like a potion (Potion)
Numb all over no control of my motion
Thinking of you now that I be zoning
bleed
Run it up, run it up, really my speed
How to get lit, how to get rich
How to get fix, how to get mix
How you get shine? How you get bricks?
Why
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