Lyrics:
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like
a achin' old heart disease
Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by
a achin' old heart disease
Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by
a achin' old heart disease
Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
How you doing sir?
Hey how you doing?
Good. Real quick man, reason why I stopped you, you know it's a 55, you're doing 91
Uh, I-
What's the hurry
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
Ever since yesterday my heart been pumping[00:02.13]My body been getting hot[00:04.53]I thought I was nervous[00:05.69]I said, damn man, I fumbled
space
Too old for mums need a new place
To cold in ends need a suit case
Whizzing round on a ped for the bread
Had to hit the bricks like 36 Zs
Mans
yeah[02:17.73]I go by CLO, yea I'm young, but I ain't dumb[02:20.54]Ain't try to fit in with the crowd, man I stick out like a sore thumb[02:24.79]I'ma say just
amada hija, Luna
Si seguiste mis reglas ahora deberías tener 17 años escuchando esta cinta
My name is Soleana, I am 17 years old
I am the mother of the 1
Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate
This 17 year old Tony Montana type
ain't never did
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
home first I guess and then Bob and then Tommy and then Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I sort of had to be mama's little man
But you
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
the bag with the bankroll
Or else your momma gon' be mourning like Alonzo
Then I be stuck in county, now I musta started fighting back, 'cause
He was 17
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was
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