Lyrics:
Hey, nah ya goin' miss up on the G-Funk era,
Ya know we said things won for Warren G, and soon turned superstar
11-10-7 D that was my intro
But
double bag it
Money so tall it should play in the paint
My second home look a lot like the bank
Ha ha ha laughing don't get in my way
Dun nah nah Batman
mother's dick, asshole
" all that shit hit it DMX
Check it out now, to my man, KRS-One
To my all time brother Scott La Rock
He's in here forever right about
the weed, not quick enough to tief
Can't pimp, don't like fur coats or gold teeth
But I can rock the hell out of a fat ass beat
I might smile, up in your face
checkin worse/
Kick some rhymes if you got/but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz it's the blood
whoever want to battle get blasted
Get your teeth enamel shattered, shitted on like Pampers
You had a bad bitch, I left the back twist
I stuck my dick
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
You and me
Kiss me
So sweet
Marry me
Too hot
You rock
My boy
Punk rock
True love
Gimmie some
Sugar, candy, bubblegum
Candy heart
the set
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
through ya mother fuckin teeth
I could roll a blunt like seven different ways
I could down a bottle in a night just to say
That I did it
Fuck you everytime
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven times, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
I
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
rocks
i dreamed of cher
she came to us in babylon
and she was rattling fluently
her true language
and she was dressed in high syrian rags
her face had
raw and then I don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Wake up count some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off
tired by then, so I take a nap
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock is ticking
OK, now it's 7 a.m
I get my clothes
I get in the car
My mom's sweet enough
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
The re-rock or you want the whole thing?
Can't fuck with Johnny Dang
He charge me a whole thing
Said she want a bag and
She want my whole name
Nah, they can't
going to play it straight, I'm going to take my chance, I want to dance
Hi ho hi ho hi ho, we're heading out to the punk rock show
Colleagues
an hour
Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Goes by but it just wont stop
Tick Tock
Time on the Clock
Time Wont Stop!
at 7 o'clock
we brush out teeth
I got five, six, seven shooters knocking at your door
Just to drop like eight, nine, ten dummies on a floor
11 bullets in this clip, 12 be lurking by
Why Farrakhan is just best for us
And Joel Osteen, magnanimous
Inspired by powers higher up
It’s evident it’s time to prequel sequels
It’s evident all
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it! I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it! Need it,
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