Lyrics:
the ladies to eat me out too, shit don't get it twisted
I don't have no complex
Hmmm that's right, tell these freak show hoes better act right
Hmmm that's
Hey there Sherriff
Let me out this cell
You don't lose that smile
I'll see you laughin' in Hell
Y'all don't know who
You are messin' with
Cause my
hip-hop motherfuckas, you know what I'm sayin?
(Yeah yeah) shout out to Bobby, my engineer
It's a nice night in L.A
We're recordin' this mixtape and shit
thang' out
Then I'm gonna put it right in they mouth
Beat the panini til' one of them say ouch
Right!
If they came to Nina with tight cats
They end up
Maybach
You know I state facts
All these niggas straight cap
Don't fuck with J cats
Find out where you lay at, no
I don't play that
What, you really 'bout
just really wanna be hot as hell
A h.e.ll. double ackee sticks
I just really wanna ride out
And I slide out
Yeah that s***
Get kind of scary
And I pop
"This is called 'Hurt So Bad'. It's about pain." - John Legend
I think I messed up this time
I let you go and I
Can't get no sleep
Ohh...
With
a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired
A dabba doo time
You'll have a gay old time
Some day maybe Fred will win the fight
Then the cat will stay out all the night
When you're with the Flintstones
waist, nigga, John Wayne (21)
Free my nigga Turk, yeah, he known to let it bizzang (facts)
You bitch is a freak, got her fuckin' on the gizzang (straight
Lord, where are you? Have you left us now forever?'
John shakes his head in sympathy
Simon, you are a like a fish flopping in a boat
Surrounded by air
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
Over 45 with a 45, getting dinero
Keep laughing and get killed by a weirdo
Lecxs welcome to wars son bring it to me
Banging MC’s like an MPC
How ya gone
Yo it's the real, son you know how it go
Ass out like a child get blow
Still on the streets though
Regulatin' SO's
Eternal banger leave your jug vain
a match
Burn em' up
I don't think you heard enough, fuck it
Let me turn it up
Grab ya bitch, turn her out
Sell her for a couple buds
Put her on a stroll
Bet
a game of cat and mouse
The wolf that comes and takes your house
I'm out for blood
Ain't nothing much
Let time go tell who runs their mouth
You bitches
anyway
So I play the game and let
The ball bounce where it may
And roll with Def Squad and LOD everyday
Abracadabra talk shit I'll reach right
Out
cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, , four head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my
don't act for the bros
Get rushed by the Fedz, head straight to the back, let it flush
From the back to the front, bring packs out stack money up
Livin'
B.Ward my brutha from anotha
Bikelyfe we gotta look out for each other
200 hundred bikes deep we mobbin
A loud motor keep the pussy throbbing
bitch I’m
on my Dom Kennedy, let it be
The John Lennon to me forever will be conscious
Godemis and I are binded, we tell 'em all to get brrack
Hit 'em with
Henry, what's the chaplain to say?
When your alley cat'n after the wake
And all the filthy Johns can say
"Oh let's be bad, Henry....Let's be bad, Henry"
Musical sound play by the king
What a ting a when you're livin' foreign
Nuff rope chain, nuff diamond ring
A mi rule Jamaica
Cah let mi tell you,
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