Lyrics:
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
Before Malcolm was out on the grill
Jaded by travel while writing his will
We was in the whip practicing skills
Practicing bars before we had bills
somebody say, "Rap"?
Oh no lordy help me!
After all this time, we've made some changes
Come with me, see the brand new faces!
How long has it been? Hard
And I'm missing you again multiple that by a ten
Are you sure you love me sure you love me
Are you sure you love me sure you love me
Do you really love me,
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
through your hair?
If I lose you, I'll find you again
Gasoline scent in the air
I've forgotten how to fly and now it's time for you
You're broken wings
broad day, fuck niggas missed again (Brr)
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar
Ayo, you ever had to taste it just to make sure it's there? (Ah)
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
When he said he didn't want it
It was, fuck him again
One day, he gon' regret playing me
Little
And it turns out Notey wasn't recording it
And I was like, fuck
So now I gotta do this whole shit again
Hehehehe
And I'm gonna make it as authentic
to dramatic
At to the heartbreak hotel
When your heart gets broken it was nothing but hell
When your hearts in pieces and she'll never tell
But your back again
of pants and that shirt again
An outcast I knew I had to do something
Figure out a way to make something out of nothin'
Open up shop got what you need
to break the bank. you can call me Johnny Cash
Like a Goonie with the treasure, but you Oscar with the trash
Oooh!
What it is, what it do, what it could be
My brand new car has a dent in the fender
I'm so mad I could shout
But there's no need for me to complain
For she'll do it the very next time out.
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
I used to work for people, I made a couple hundred dollars
Wasn't worth it even, I'm worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars but diamonds, I am mud
High speed chase I'm on him, I do my cardio
Shoot him while the whip's still
Spinnin' it's Super Mario
Fuck it I'ma remix it
I ain't never backed down
Barack and Michelle
I'm like an electric car
Out of my shell, I plot and prevail
Pushin' these bars like I got out of jail
You ain't fuckin' with it
Well
found
My world again
My son my rain
It's the start of a brand new day
It's the start of a brand new day
Stop!
Don't be ashamed
Don't go to ground
I'll be
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
again)
But you know she'll never ask you please again (There she goes again)
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
She won't take it from just any
of L.L., 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar
of L.L., 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar
of L.L., 'hard as hell'
Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar
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