Lyrics:
(blast on)
Then I (smash on) with my (mask on)
Full grown wit the brains blown
From my infamous spit
Then I fuck the shit out your old lady with my
now
Momma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel
That it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they
the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
Back at the bar in
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga
plenty
I take you back to the old days
115 through white zig-zags nigga, oh no, wait
We blow fo sho', ask the homie from the base
Your underground, aks
behavin' like they all to good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:
"Me, n you, tonight, we gonna make sum
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity
That boy off the heat rack
That's why they stay on my back
I'm nothin' less than great, Don't doubt me boy
I hustle hard like I'm late, Don't doubt me
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
day
Billy's plans ended up in ruin you know
They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood
Spied an old lady about eighty or so
Almost looked too
(yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
As for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted
The first two letters are the same but
of the carousel
A black parade of circus freaks, and led by Mister Dark,
Scours every street for the boys to drag them down to hell
The boys have seen too much
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
in bikini's
Wonder why you don't see me, brothers (yeah)
Should I preach (preach, preach)
Alright, back to the beach
A O-G from the hood
Went down
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?"
Oh, uh-huh
ranking family
She sit's back and dabs her
Eyes with a cotton handkerchief
I look down towards where I saw that boy go
His family don't look happy
I don't
don't answer the phone, udden udden! Mercy"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall
Cold Roast Beef, String
hell no
It can't be
Not Mrs. Independent, dude
Nah
So, uh
To all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like that same old guy
It's 'cause I
know what's in a Double cup
Keeping up to me you a runner up
Beach ball in the summer yea I'm blowing up
Aye I Got it going it down like Carolina
Need me
couldn't get bailed out
I killed my wife. I'm back to where I started from. I was born in jail
Now I can't do nothin' but rest my little pale
So I'm gonna
didn't want anyway
A lot of you know what I mean
That was back in the days when he said, go pick me a switch, boy, but I'm going to wear you and your
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