Lyrics:
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20
It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20
I tell nickel and dimers try
give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water, adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Stronjay, rubbin' me the wrong way
Burn one and sauté, bringin'
the kids coolin' out on the sofa wit it
We about to dominate the globe like Oprah did it
We getting paper like John Travolta nigga
Well I'm a downtown shoota
makes a beeline for your lap
But when you leave and come home
You're all alone
Cuz kitty's out the cat door
Listen for moans
Oh no, no note by the phone
Doing bids, yeah yeah
I done peeped a lot of cats come through
Courageous cats, stray cats, haha
Top cats with top hats, you know what I'm saying?
But
(Hey, ooh) don't stop, can't stop
Spizzy Spose in the house
We're gonna sex it out for
You if you don't mind let me tell you, girl
I like my sex by
Connor
You've reached Arnold's Pizza Shop
Is your name by chance John Connor?
Let's play a game called
"Who is your daddy
And is he John Connor?"
This is
started chopping
No sample; blow out the candle
Leave that raw... too much to handle
Rocketman.. like El-ton John
So the tale goes; food heavy like Anville
guitars
Afro picks, Afro chicks
I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro dick
Rabbit out the hat pulling Afro tricks
Afro-American, Afro thick
Overall
doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the waltons
Down south, the forty-four feela
I'm a dolo nigga, you
(Whatever)
Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies
Cats f*** with me cause I tell, "Let's get money"
Get it, get a benz, come through on 20s
that sauce
So asseblief, please pause
Let the beat breathe dawg
I've got moves you wouldn't believe
If this was Ripley's dawg
Hope it makes cents like 50
let the
This human thinks it's in control
But the cat and I both read it's soul
Smiles for the outdoor face
Turned inside out at home base
Lays in bed
zsa gabor
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
stand here by my side
Lets go
The world is cold and dark
But our love will be the light
Cuz your beautiful
Your my everything
When I'm down you make
dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
Let me hop on the beat and I will become a song slayer
My flow stay as tight
fear, holy
Covered by the blood still no deal
Shackin in the shackles no O'Neal
I know brothers that would get out in the streets and kill for me if I
tiller
Certainly no killer, not even a fighter
But enough about that, baby
Pass that lighter let's play some
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden
John
guitars
Afro picks, Afro chicks
I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro dick
Rabbit out the hat pulling Afro tricks
Afro-American, Afro thick
Overall
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