Lyrics:
[Eligh]
No diamonds would be bought by this man
If I took a lucky strike and hit the jackpot
Would I rot in hell or prosper
Cottontail the offer
on the first date
Conversation, liquor, stake just to get to first base?
Oh you too old for casual sex
Do it for a bag that's collateral sex
She make
[Chorus: The Grouch]
I'm about to give you that I love hip-hop feeling
I'm about to give it to you
I said I'm about to give you that I love hip-hop
Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best
"Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!",
It's the bad humor man!
"Tingaling, tingaling, tingaling!",
With a frown on his pan!
Oh, he hates his job and he hates
"Don't waste my time" (nah, nah, nah) (don't waste my time)
Tell 'em, "Don't waste my time" (kaboom)
Tell 'em, "Don't waste my time" (oh yeah) (don't
myself
Oh-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)
If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing
flags up, yes sir
You a burr that don't mean you dress fly
A lot of people hittin' on me, mad to see me on
You grouch, Oscar, Academy Award
I can play
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
glory begin to speak in tongues
That thing that God has spoken to you by his word it has come to pass
Common common
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Until you let me get this done and do with you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Bongo, turn it up)
Sweet dreams, yeah
I was gettin' head, bae
I'm comin' bad to you, baby (Bongo by the way)
Come get this inner peace (sweet
only by grace
It's only through faith that He uses me!
Yeah!
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
of your
Bitches with this money
I'ma killer, I'ma sadistic with this honey
Yeah, cool from the south
Y'all trash nigga, Oscar the grouch
I could take your
sitting on a couch (Sofa)
My bars could win an Oscar, I ain't talking 'bout the Grouch (Sesame Street)
People say my verse is bad, they don't really get
breath, i lit a doobie
Do you wanna get intense, let's take some Lucy
Junkie on the beat
You don't want it with me
White boy that was raised by the streets
She eat it all up oh yea she greedy greedy
She only want one thing for me to beat it beat it
So I beat beat beat it up no vaseline no gloves
She love it
think they
Wanna test my gangsta (oh)
I don't think they wanna test our gangsta
(oh)
I don't think they wanna test my gangsta
(oh) nah, they don't (oh
Spit the ---- that'll make 'em say "oh"
Type of ---- just to make 'em say "oh", yeah
Let me see them ------ hands like "oh" yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
know
They tried to break me down
But I'm still on my feet
This city's full of life
So why is it hard to breathe?
Oh, why did God create this world so
couldn't take care of myself
Cause i was supplying all these fiend
What you thought
I thought a bitch really loved a nigga
I was blinded by the pussy
But now
doin a body
Oh mami oh mami oh mami oh mami
Left jail came home to a mami
Out of the can like Oscar the Grouch
Up in the can was never a slouch
Lot
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