Lyrics:
reward 'em
Never be the same like what they did to New Orleans
You're never gonna part them
Connected like apartments
Squad thick as thieves, I flip
I be tryna tell y'all
Despite what you might think, I'm still human
Mothafuckas be telling me I'm fucked up
But I ain't fucked up about it
Know what
that's gonna Be me, I'm gonna do that. Um.. let me explain why
Who needs history when you got
Five Nights at Freddy's
Paying all the bills by overreacting
I may never be able to forgive myself
Bitch
Where's ya man's at? Springfield? New Zealand? Iran?
Ya man's at home watching Bob Ross reruns
Residence
the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
Verse 5-(Master P)
UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
real n****z an b****es get high wit me,
I
you double for ransom
And I know that I can be a handful
When she grips my stick by the handle
When I spray her face like a vandal
When her man gets
a part of me
Now I don't think that anybody
Really wanna get inside of my twisted mind
So sick you're never gonna find something
Like it, like me, like
a lot on my plate
Hate that I give 'em the time of the day
I know she hate nonchalant is my trait
I don't be tripping on if it was meant to be
I know if
to get paid and stay away from old sites
Find my place in life plus I like to hold mics
It might be seven whole days and seven whole nights
But yo it's
Ay, ay, first day out, givin' everyone they daps, yuh
We don't lack, yeah, we always got our mask up
Dumb niggas run up, yeah, I wouldn't put it past
I can't stick by your side
Just know I'll be alright
I can't stick by your side
Just know I'll be alright
Girl I know you feel my touch(when I)
See
Punk police are afraid of me, huh
A young nigger on the warpath
And when I finish, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dyin' in L.A.
Yo, Dre, I got
If somebody's gotta pay
It's gonna be a hell of a day
Cuz ain't nobody getting away
Lay yo ass down or get slayed
Somebody gotta pay, guarantee it
somebody, family need it they'll steal if they know you got it,
God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas
That's why I wake up say my prayers and be
ain't gon let it spray
The chopper don't got any bodies if a nigga keep on talking we gon add one by the end Of day
He talkin like he want some problems
My nigga bangin hard
Kirkin out all a frantic
Some bammas rolled up on him like they was gonna let him have it
And normally it wouldn't be me who he
Hunt sabs coming to you ruin your day
You're fucking evil and by the way
Angry hunt sab come thru with the axe
And you know we coming straight for
every semester
I make music that's secular
Ask any magazine editor
I be doing this ting like nobody does it
Them boy there don't exist on the register
I
that, I second and third that
Don't know what the f- I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned
feeling like nobody wants to get to know me
Regret it one day, you gonna be looking so phony
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my
should've trusted my gut
Now I stick to my guns if you want the smoke you don't got the lungs
Gonna be a long day tryna fuck with me nigga better pack your
couple weeks, and it's pain
But if I'm sittin' there, every day, my dreams slip away
Then I'll be broke and mummy will be actin' more funny than she's
coo, coooo!
Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and
This is my brother Doug.
How's it going, eh?
Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I
Even on an island my mind works overtime
You might be a mile away
I still fear you’ll hear me say
Whatever it is that might be on my mind
But I don’t
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