Lyrics:
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
And that
stunners
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothing from us
Young nigga, living a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be like, "Damn, them boys, they're
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
swimmin’
Mamma said: please be careful,
These boys, they just play you (but)
(my) favourite song - is on the radio
He sings along, knows the
Words by heart,
Stay up Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga
'Cause it's hell
I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted
Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down
Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen
Where the floors
Summer nights lightning bugs
You and me just out by the Meadows
You looked at me your eyes just gleamed
You said hey boy
I think I might love you so
Don't turn the T.V on Mamma
Don't turn the T.V on
Don't turn the T.V on Mamma
Don't turn the T.V On
They got ya boy on there doin' dirty
They got ya
pain, all by myself
I'm losing this game, I need some help
I carry the scars, I'm looking for the stars
And I can't play the cards that I was dealt
Im by
inga drinkar
Men jag är glad har två smileysi fickan
Med min hoodie på mig flyger genom tidsepoker
Är en fucking beast i båset Cooky pussy
Beastie Boys
to experience drama, motherfucker
Your mamma
Your motherfucking big fat chicken face ass mamma
Don't even know about this drama, motherfucker!
Oh my god!
Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell
I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl,
På min dumb shit gang fuck the function up
You can tell by the smell I've got that funky stuff
Höll det nere hela året nu the numbers up
De vill ha
Looking for a feeling, as if it would be there
A smell is just a smell, but feelings last forever
So I run by your house, to see something familiar
Maybe
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl,
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl,
bee do bee do, I've found my way
Straight into your heart, please let me stay
There's a light in your eyes
Boy, you really got me hypnotized
to me one time
It's for sure you'll be back more than one time
Just know your fuckin' wit a city boy
And know dem city boys keep a lotta toys
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