Lyrics:
Hello, good evening
Came in here, shut the world out
Nothing to get into, nothing to bein' bout
Just grab a little bite, quite a little night
By no
my friend that bitch she get it 2
Idk something missin
Idk hold it up with my left hand
Idk shoot it with my right hand
Fuck onna married bitch call up
left yo' brother out here stranded
Right beside your face, them candles lit
Tryna get comfortable with feelin' like this
I'm askin' questions, like,
And you wanted Fred in by ten
That wouldn't work out
My whole block knows I didn't get here the easy way
Damn, I'm coolin' on remindin' 'til I beat
ain't never get the same
Now you down on the floor
You said you tryna' act right
Act right
Act right
Act right
Right this time
Act right
Act right
Act
It's been a hell of a year, but I'm mentally prepared
To do a dance around the next couple medical scares
I'm Fred Astaire with the metal wearing
comes equipped
With a guard and a style that won't flip
I step smooth, I never break stride
Keepin my man Kut Terror on the right side
You got up to get
been shootin' pipes
Smoking weed in rooms all night, the owners want to sue me twice
Wife said I ain't moving right, plus she got on shoes I like
We
all last night
Plannin what he's gonna say
Makin sure it sounded right
As he turned the corner by the milk and orange juice
Playin tonsil hockey with
(Words & music by Fred Wise - Dick Manning )
This was gonna be the night tonight
I was gonna get to hold you tight
But I guess we didn't plan it
at night she happy that her sons alive
I pray everyday done gave up on the lord
Listening to jay while scared of four 4 4s
Cause a cop could kill me with
people?
(I still be diggin' on James Brown) You got it y'all, check it out!
Fred, Pee Wee, Maceo, help James out a little right here
Ooohhh, well
I
wish you would
Ain't shit changed like oh once said
And oh no fool my nigga Fred ain't dead
Neither is Pook or Kansas City
True og's still here with me
I'm alone in bed at night,
I become the King of the Silver Screen.
I stare at the ceiling there;
I know where I belong.
I two step with Fred
day
Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest
Need my guap tryna get me a check
Play with them funds get hit with a strap
I be that nigga going give me respect
Don't bring up my name unless you
Boy you know that i'm an outlier
What you think I ain't know, right?
Call it by design or desire
Ima get it right
Yeah
I'm boutta get it right
Boy
like everybody else
Disappointment and depression that's all we'll ever know
In a world where Limp Bizkit tryouts included Rivers Coumo
That's right
finished two
Two bottles of vodka right now, he snapped his fingers at me
We all looked at each other and said how, he said how hard can it be
Let's do this,
took me a soul
All night I ain't ever come home
Know I'm sticking with gang if they right or they wrong
I let the drac sing no song
My younging still
and dangerous
Your dick, quick and painless
My dick, 'nuff said
Your dick loves Fred
It's time that we let the world know
Dude, you gotta let your girl go
Shaggy, pass the bombastic
Daphne said, "Don't do that"
Freaky Fred smashed the gas and slammed us into traffic
Now Scrappy want to box and throw them
illin'
Dead ass
Young, dumb with a gun and just feining to turn you to a dead ass
I remember that night I borrowed my nigga Fred's mask
And they found son
uncle Fred
I'm not on the front pew with my legs wide open
Tryna give the preacher a sip of my ocean
I might curse a bit but that don't mean I'm not
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