Lyrics:
breath
I'd just heard they'd sent for me
Shit
Fade in
I'm faded for the 3000th day
Mr. 3000, trading card
Hall of Fame
Party time
What you got inside that
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
your stuff off, boo
It be true, me for you, that's how it is
I'll be your Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister
You my Mrs with hugs and kisses
Valentine
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
This bitch took my heart Kali ma I'm Indiana jones
Give me head like a barber sell drugs like my father
Her pussy taste sweet but I'm craving peach
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
Black lives matter
Oppressed by the system
Cricket politicians
Tell me what would God
Now everybody listen
Dear Mr. Officer officer
I can't breathe
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
and seven tims he's asked me for a date.
And Mrs. Taylor seems to use a lotta ice, whenever he's away.
And Mr. Baker can you tell us why your secretary had
believe how she's treating me? Can you believe? Can you believe?" I looked in the mirror and I said, "mam, Mr. Jones is a bad motherfucker"
Take you all
even three
Maybe even five gsp
Will get fucked up by mr bones jones
But bones jones would lose mr silva
But they would all get fucked up by bruce lee
But
rocking gold like leprechaun
And I'm bout my green like a leprechaun
Try 2 take something Purp Jones gon Bury something
Don't make me blank dog (Why)
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
for you any time you need me
For real girl its me in your world believe me
Nothin make a man feel better than a woman nothing
Queen wit a crown that be
the wall right now?
Yeah dude, this is Fat Pork territory
Don't worry, Mr. White's got my back
PB Jones to White and White Law Firm:
Sir I hereby file answer
x2]
[Trina:]
I see the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol' ass thick ol' thighs
Mrs. Trina baddest bitch that's right
Diamond
the boys break they necks when I walk on by
Fat ol? ass, thick ol? thighs
Mrs.Trina, baddest bitch, that's right
Diamond princess running 3.0.5
I still
[Chorus]
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun-man hollar
Mack 11 guard your grilla
Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon,
on
Some young Quincy Jones, dark skin Michael Jackson
And these the motherfuckers that they packaged
Their new shit all be sounding like my past shit
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
he asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use
A lotta ice whenever he's away
And Mr. Baker, can you tell us
Why your secretary had
roll
One sunday morning in a driving rain
Around the curve came a passenger train
In the cabin stood Casey Jones
Bold engineer but he's dead and gone
Mrs
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