Lyrics:
plan a pretty picnic
But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson
Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin; fine
The quickest muzzle throw it on my
made jam when she came
Somebody cut off her feet
Now jelly rolls in the street
If you want to see me
Well, honey you know that I 'm not around
But
up by the pile ooohhh
Now my heart going pump pump while at the pump
Dump a hundred and somethin to take my son to his school
They must be joking they
Grants is here, Jacksons
Here, Franklins here
Them dead motherfuckers
And the drank is here, dank is here
Stank in here gangstas here
Wankstas fear that
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
saved and worked upon. Well, in this case, not you two! I seriously recommend that when you leave here, Tom, you turn right, head down 5th Street and head
They tell us that we lost our tails
Evolving up from little snails
I say it's all just wind and sails
Are we not men, we are Devo
Are we not men, D E
to your regularly scheduled dystopia now
(Hahahah) I got a secret to tell
Those Democrats? (Heh)
They’re not gonna help you (No)
Too busy dancing for
looks like
What his purpose is
Now, the thing is that what people
Uh, tend to, to struggle with
Is to understand that beings are not
Obvious it's not that
not vitamin water
Fat cause I'm so rich, rich cause I'm so hood
Uzi your whole whip, nigga I'm that hood
You flow cold but joe flow sicker
Even
Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time
It's
Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you, man?
You know we got a party, man, get the other record
(Here we go)
One more time
It's
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
huh?
Rosanne Barr comes from a dysfunctional family?
Not Rosanne, she seems so normal to me
The Jacksons were dysfunctional?
Not the Jacksons
These
to better myself is when I'm bet against by everyone else
So Joe hit the head on the nail
You ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel
I was gun shy,
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
Count my bankroll, what she gon' do to me I cannot expose
She said I slide on beats like Michael Jackson
Ooh, ooh
Count my bankroll, what she gon' do
here doin doin
I'm out here living
I'm out here doin
I'm out here living
I'm out here doin doin
Bish I'm out here livin yeah now watch me work
Just
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here
not to play around
Most of the people u see here is hell bound
Not givin a fcuk just living it up
2 in the morning n they just got drunk
Roll another
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
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