Lyrics:
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
off
I done that, did that, who her? I done hit that
Cats be trippin' off them rats, I ain't really with that
Makes me wanna sit back, I relax
served, Bob
Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob
Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob
Show 'em what
Get them heads up high get them and get them hands up high get them here
and get them hands up high get them head get them heads up high see
answers, my head is a blur
I'm feeling nauseous, you can take my words that
Without straight answers, I'll miss your curves
If I'm better without you then
Fill you up with lead like whoo
Knock the brain out yo head like whoo
See we only fucking there won't be no passion
You heard what I said like whoo
to get away
I look for any reason to make me wanna stay
You keep me running back and you get into my head
And all the things you said got me right back
Infrared
I'm called Edward Scissor Head jagged scissor edge
These raps burst out of wedlock no newlyweds
Old school cat I was truly fed from a land of hip
you around to talk to
Although I know I’ve built you in my head
Fairy wings of yarn and string
And you always wanna sing
Flying high, passing by
Now I know you ain’t looking at me when you said that (Who you talking to?)
One shot to the knee, next shot look at you that’s a head splat (Who you
Smashing my head against the plane padding
In my cell
Fuck it i don't need your help
I can do bad all by myself
But the meds keep slowing me down
I'm Seeing
Boy, I got lyrics for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong people gon'
that ride that hunnid spoke
Red and blue from head to toe
Who needs a mothafuckin' friend?
You see them mothafuckin' rims
Met the devil in disguise
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)
Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
pop that LIL Petal you know that the rent was due
i just knock me a new junt I be back in the morning cat off what u finna do
I ain't had no perks all
up
All night
You've been playing chase the cat time to show and prove
And I'ma give it to you
All night
I aint just rapping 'bout it I really do this
I've duly missed
Well those guys in the white coats
They don't know where it's at
Pavlov's dog killed Schrodinger's cat
Wrestled to the ground by your
the lord didn’t send them
Grew up with no dollar
Can die with no gwala
Invest with my partnas
I’m in a hell cat
I got a Evil kitty
That’s hell cat
Life
Joooooonez!
Yo! Johnny! Jonez! Streaux! Let's go!
Hunh
The cat's in the cradle, platinum spoon
I'm eating off a king's table
Surpassed Cain now
music
Keep their heads nodding
Everything around me is positive and spoiled rotton
But I'm happy long as I'm healthy with good logic
And plus my daughter
you kiss her neck
Brew a cup of coffee in the morning
Have it waiting by the bed when she waking up yawning don't need a reason why
Cause even when she
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