Lyrics:
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
Keep product in my socks ready to rock
Open up shop cause it all good (all good)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Mr. Rogers of the neighborhood
I'm bout
motherfucker with G
Ya see, all I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newt'
Tricks
motherfucker with G
Ya see, all I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newt'
Tricks
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
telegram
Snoop Dogg told me that
Now blow me back while I'm pimpin' on this funky track
Bang ES, we givin' it up, got the bitches singin' the rest
We
a gat, big juicy fat cock
She thought that she was too much for me to deal with
Told her kick off her shoes, unpeel bitch
You can't deal with this dick
come
Where Mr cosby and Ms winfrey won't come
Unless it's a hurricane then FEMA don't come
Coming live from the city where
The Dreamer came from
Standing
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin' physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
and bread this year just gimme my bread back
By the way
Know one thing my music gon' bang like a shot gun blast
By the way
And if you disrespect Teej I will
have to
Do it on an angle
And in big bands
You save it for
The very end of the song
And Mr. Scott
He let me play
The song Rockin' Robin
On the kit in
in your
Ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they
Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang
you don't bang shit? Same shit, still a get you fried
Drop somethin' then skate off, I still remember six to nine
Fuck, dawg, he hatin' on me, I still
a new life
You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid
And those abstract ideas for sure
'til you slip, Mr. Big Bow Wow
Yeah, it's my chance to prance
I got ants in my pants and I needs to dance
I go for broke, no joke
I gotta put my
a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,
Alles Spasten, so wie Big Bang Theory
Ich frage deine Mutter, ob sie weiß, wie viel ein Kilo wiegt
King Bushido und die Scheiße hier ist amtlich
Deine
bang like rabbits
(And that cat, Mr. Fantastic)
And that night, we shine so bright,
Make me feel like I'm on acid, and I stroke
Probably call, shit
and tell
Cuz won't you let me know who
Got a gun for sale?
(Snoop Dogg)
Shit, I'm trying to sell everything
Bang on any gang
That's the way the Chitty bang
decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
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