Lyrics:
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
If you're a P31 put yo hands up If you're a P31 put yo hands up
And if you don't know what that is then this song was written especially for you
hands
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O the S-T the B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O
hands
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O the S-T the B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O-S-T B-O-Y-Z
The L-O
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y, B-Y, Na-Na-Na-Nature
Not 'cause I hate ya
Master the matress, flip and fold backwards
One kiss on your cheek will make you backflip to Chadwick
throwed off, nigga menace to society
Dreads in my head like I'm O-Dog (O-Dog)
I gotta roll one up, free Boo P, nigga, that was my smoke dawg (that was my
Tobie
Nie jestem książę i nie mieszkam na zamku
My Tape się wkręciło i ostro chodzi po głowie
M Y T A P E znają wszyscy nie ma dnia bym nie myślał o tym
that's why they broke
And you're so paid (holla)
Go, get your freak on go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
why everyone leaves ca-a
They don't give a flying fuck
Wish you got hit by a bus
Wasting your time with no luck
You hating me is a must
Always on some
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
T rollin' ninety miles per hour
You ain't know me but now you do
Represent the, see-I-T-why of Saint Lue
M-I zzou
You think you right for doin' wrong
fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend
that I ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma N.Y. (N.Y.)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop
y'all know that's me
My name Rico Chopp and don't forget to throw the double P
Pimping ain't dead
Yea you heard what Zom said
It's up on the net and it's
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
down!
What do you deserve from me? N-O-T-H-I-N-G
Why do you always have to be so C-R-Y-P-T-I-C
Save the calls for my kitty, C-H-A-R-L-I-E
Wish you
Shakedown
That it was
Activate the Shakedown against all the Prophets
You forgot to take my pH
With my PhD
And the word prophets
Spelled P-r-o-p
and them girls with them golds in they mouth
The boys with them P's and O's in they house
It's all about the trill, bitch you ain't what this about, about
House to keep a close
E Y E on them streets
You can't sleep on those
Like a ballerinas feet
I be on my toes
Life be fucking with a king
But I let her know
to my bro
If I need some dro
Then I go hit bro
Imma cop me a P I'm not copping an O
Me and gang in the whip
We stay on the go
Flying on past they like
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya
always on the far right
She was like the the last, she was never number one,
Number two, she was always the last
And then it was like, you know, P.O
Or this rude dog throwing rude paws at Ru Paul's
Tear your roof off y'all ain't dogs just pups barely even roof dog
Sniper get them Gulag'ed in his back
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