Lyrics:
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
cross your girl mind with give and go she dished it I'm wit it
And when i get up in her Ima kill it
Cause where I'm from they done even support you if
whats your name
Had my attention since you walked by
I need a down chick down to ride
Down to check a bitch if she ever cross the line
And its like that
finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Well, Mike d, what's up?
Yo, Yauch what's up?
Come on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil,
and you Cardi (You Cardi)
I'm Martin you Mike Lowery (Mike Lowery)
I'm the nigga in the foreign (Vrooom)
That will take yo ass touring (Leer)
I heard all
All we need is bitches in the party... well call em up then
All we need is liquor in the party... well pour it up then
All we need is Swishers in
of Krispy Kremes
Kenny Rogers' "Gambler" is my gambling theme
Mixmaster Mike with the scratch routine
Always updated and in the know
You know we break
skullcap
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party down
(Chorus 2x)
Spoken by Trey [with asides by Fishman]:
Once upon a time Far far away from here
I put my arm in the air to declare that I'm on this walk with Jesus
As I walk with the Lord I carry my cross of course, don't walk in treason
When I
Hook
They really fucked up
They left me in the gulag by myself
They fucked up
I keep it real with the demons
Im just fucked up
I’ve been crazy off
Uh
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Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Every man is related
Jah garden in Africa
Exodus to Ethiopia
Moses Through the desert
He was heading to the promised land
He was no refugee
He was sent by
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
Yo, I've been casin' the liquor store for a month now
Come Who...Mike Jones
[Mike Jones]
Hittin the block with rocks in socks let down my top when the sun is hot
Ice drippin from grilling watts
Some
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
I've been getting aches since she walked out
And I've been sober four, five days by now
So, hey there, liquor
Hey there, liquor
I've been looking for you
It's for certain
Liquors lurkin
Chickens twerkin
Buds are burnin
Club is turnin up
Cause the beats bezerkin
I write
They bite
Lyrics read by candle light
the pharmacist
Medication medication
His Name's Mike Balls He can get you medication
Get what you need by the ounce or the block
Get you through the day because
see for us to have this freedom
Though it came with a cost
Learn to deny yourself today and
Pick up your cross a new creation in Christ
Found salvation
by a morning
'Cause we will murder dem-Murder dem in a competition
An' we will murder dem - Murder dem in a Ram-Jam Session
Murdering all de DJ
i'm blessed by the ancient
Can't find the words to say it
All the pain in my heart can't escape it
All the premium liquor replace it
With my feeling
be a nigga dead in a viewin'
Would you take a look inside of my eyes?
I'm surrounded by a bunch of blind guys
Out of sight and out of my mind
But
three more hundred miles to go
And well I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend
Yeah I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend
Don't
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