Lyrics:
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
Then bop to this
Come on, yeah, shop at DeMoulas
Rock with the truest cats on your block
Then bop to this
Come on, yeah, shop at DeMoulas'
Y'all know who
comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
all out
I'll see you all next year
If I'm not back
Don't hold your breath I'm alright
If I'm not back
I'm living on the outside
I don't trust somebody
get down!
It's never easy
To be out there on your own
Quit tryna tease me
I'm just looking for a home
Don't you know it
I'm not the means to all your
Said she wanna hang now, know she feels the vibe
Omoge fine, she put it on me nice
Big booty girl, grinds like a blender, twerk for a member
All this
you
Fake Scarface, coming out your mouth all loose
He think he thugging it, ice mugging it
'Cause he drugging it
My rap loop, I still shoot
Ask
balling yeah
Running down town and all them niggas ballin
Cause Artie J made it he got bitches callin
And they swear that they love me
Cause I been working
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
end
I'm gonna keep on rockin' all through the night
Shake it, shake it, baby, 'cause it feels so right
Motivate your body, gonna cure your soul
called)
Ballin'
(And I want to dedicate this piece to all your players
And all you ladies out there)
And you know we gotta break it down for who?
(The
on Sick
Sad World"
SSW REPORTER: Tell me, what brought you here
Artie aRTIE: It was a cone-shaped
Craft about 15 feet
Long, with an air speed of, oh
I'd
to cop the glitz and glammy
Your brain child fucked up
Should've bit a plan B
Dumb shit, dumb lit.
Aye yo if I want it then you better run it
Brodie want
me did you know don't
Why you talking shit about me don't you know you love me
Don't you know your friends all wanna fuck me
Don't you know you've got
won't quit now, eyh
Abondoned by my niggaz, insulted by my niggaz
And stabbed by my niggaz, Then burnt by my niggaz
I love it from my inside, eyh
Almost
I lose my mind
Wasting all this time don't feel right
When I wake up I feel blind
Can't feel anything when I see your eyes
I lose my mind
Wasting all
your hand holding yo dick
When you fuck the streets, just make sure the road is paved
Hustlers live by a code, and they swore to take it to their grave
Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be raw
Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth
strong for us to break it
Willing to do what it takes for us to make it
And we can overcome anything we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Tell me where are you going
Sweet mademoiselle
To London or Paris
To the Grand Hotel
Where
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw
"...everybody plays this one right, everybody gets a fresh, hot latte and a scone..."
Oh what
make it to spend it we can't take it with us
All these flows and bars
Merely my memoirs
On love lost
An idolizing the drug czars
God's grace survived my
being distracted Artie get back to the way it was
But I don't like the way it was
If it's after Noodle R.I.P him Jesus name we trust
But Jesus can we
.jpg/247px-Artie_Shaw_(Gottlieb_07773).jpg "Artie Shaw & His Orchestra")
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