Lyrics:
Let's just take'em off?
Come on, take'em off I got something for you to wear Here, put this on
Uh, you always keep lingerie in your glove department?
(Chorus: Spice 1)
Make me want to holler, throw up off my hands
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
Make me want to holler, wadin' through my life
(It's
Killing myself is a good idea
You're gonna watch me die, my dear
You're gonna see me bleed right here
And I don't give a fuck if you cry by fear
Cry
feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"
[Violent J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
You can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
See you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
Your life is how you living kid
nigga
you can be loved by millions but one clown can pull the trigga
see you aim to get bigger they break for your downfall
your life is how you living
alive like Mike Keaton
When they tried to keep him from becoming a puddle (Dad)
Daggumit blew out my speakers with this remix to celebrate
Festivus,
Being the best man
Holding that girl's hand
Gotta marry you
At a beach resort somewhere in Malibu
That's dopeness pick you up after school
Dropout but you
but I was good to go free
A guard told me to keep my nose clean
Once I saw a magistrate they'd all become summaries
I walked home in the ninety degree
of the bottoms
Left for dead and forgotten
You'll be drawing lines everywhere
It only seems fair I guess
One time for my n****z who rest
Two times if you're doing
Good God
I Gotcha
You thought I didn't see ya now, did ya
Uh huh, huh
You tried to sneak by me now, didn't ya
Uh huh, huh
Now gimme what ya promised me
in the sand
Lightning playin'
This shit sound like Coltrane
You gotta snatch this mic from
My cold dead hands
And probably still have to fight
The old
hand let me lead the way listen close to the words I say
I'm a love you like a broken violin girl no strings attach keep it real with you from
Hey Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Girl you got it I can tell by how you walkin'
Finna change ya life fucking with a nigga like me
Baby imma treat that body right
trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just
trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just
plans, let me take you by the hand tonight
I just wanna see your eyes when you dance
I don't wanna say goodbye when I go
You just wanna see my life in
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
the wrong that we made
All good things must come to an end
But the hand of a friend like you ain't the plan
Miles away, but you seem so close
Backed up off
need you
Could get it here
My niggas always got it they
Getting it off the pier
You want to last long in
This game well listen here
You keep your mouth
you
And to this day I rock you
You're my girl
And you're the one that's always been around
When I needed love you held me tight
You kissed me
you're shakin' the hand with the president
I do what I can as a citizen
My girl said she know that she know
That I'm tryin' to get us a place to be livin'
Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (huh?)
Told you how to slap dicks and murder your girl (I did!)
Gave you all the finger
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