Lyrics:
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
knickers underneath
But there's one thing that you'll never understand
Oh there's one thing that you gotta understand
Man I hate your band
Man I hate
And tell your ex-boyfriend to get his bands up (Yeah)
Stop lying know your stick, homeboy, man up (huh)
All my real get money ballers, stand up (huh, Huh)
And tell your ex-boyfriend to get his bands up (Yeah)
Stop lying know your stick, homeboy, man up (huh)
All my real get money ballers, stand up (huh, Huh)
Verse 1:
George
His name is George
We call him George because
Because George is his name
cnd he soars high above
Where most will never go
With his
signed and passed out by P.N. It’s your turn now
Ma know I ain’t a kid nomo no toys I play with bands now
I’m tryna see my fans with they hands out, no
'm blessed
I ain't the best
But I passed the test
I ain't the rest
Move like George best
Win like 6 sets
I still ball with a vest
I'm the man that you can't
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
Aye
Got to get it everyday
Yeah got to get it uh
Man oh man oh man oh man oh man
Trying to stack these bands on bands on bands on bands
Yeah I
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
I had to get my bands up
My bands up
No I ain't yo mans, nigga put yo hands up
Run it down, run it down
Aye
Run it down, we burn it down
Aye
I
the top off of that
See my face, love my race, I'm young, gifted
And black
Rubber band money, Pyrex full of crack
Surrounded by the re-up
What's fuckin'
bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
I come up with nothing
Turned that into M
U-S-I-C bitch!
Oouu look I see bitches
I
holiday.
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How ‘bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey George
'm like George A. Romero
Did this shit on a budget of zero, a weirdo, I feel just like De Niro
You talking to me? Man you gotta be clearer, can't hear ya,
You got me spending all these bands on you
Damn girl, I'm hypnotized by how the way you dance girl
We in this club but I'm wishin' I was yo man
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
don't bring out the hoes
Make more bands don't bring out the hoes
Make more bands don't bring out the hoes
Yeah
Shit I was told is a mystery I put
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
think I'm walking on Air -Man
All these rubber bands
Watch me stack
Believe it or not
Ripley's
We be moving
Ten speeds
Multiple streams
Living my dreams
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand
, fine, fine
Tell these fuck niggas stop playing with a nigga, stop playing with a nigga man
Bang
Shorty had to live too long, now I'm killing it
Drank too
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