Lyrics:
This is for my sisters
And all my sister girls
Um
Yeah
She was 5 foot 9
If she didn't wear shoes
Body like a goddess
Walk by her own rules
Multiplied by five
I suppose the singer must die
(Woo)
Singsong 'round the money tree
This stunning documentary
That no one else unfortunately saw
diabolical
You don't want to make it look too perfect, man"
The trick is not getting cynical
She had a hairbrush mic and a fantasy band
She opened up with
There's a pop idol at the top of the charts
And when her records being cut she's on the beach in St. Barts
While a session singer who didn't have the face
is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record, replenish, keep writin'
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
An unidentified Ferrari looking object flying by me on the highway
You know how fast you were going?
Nah not at all man
You must have been going pretty damn fast
to be playin' man
Ah-yo, aiyo, what's that? That fat funky sting you're smellin'
"I'm a give it to ya, give it to ya, give it tonight" - female singer
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By using R&B fucking singers in the god damn breaks
Try to go commercial but
see the man with the plane
I'd be the first to shake him by the hand
I'll be the first to give him the news
We're going to save Celia Cruz
Celia
brother that can satisfy me, just for me
If you are that kind of man 'cause I'm that kind of girl
I gotta freaky secret, everybody sing
'Cause we don't
can satisfy me
Just for me
If you are that kind of man 'cause I'm that kind of girl
I gotta freaky secret everybody sing
'Cause we don't give a damn
prepared cause here comes the Klan
Now my great great Grand, was hung on a tree
by the colored man -- you probably know him as a white man
I seen a Oprah
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
monos)
Mentone, Yucaipa
The name is MC Cracker D
The singer in this band
(listen up)
That's Cracker with a 'not a '
Or 'ncle'understand
And if
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody
she all alone
Wish her man would just come home
Police come up to her crib
Her man caught two up to his dome
Just playin' I ain't a killer but don't
make your brains come loose.
It gets dangerous too, what this game will do.
Cocaine, ain’t the same man, the flame ain’t blue.
Dope man said, they ye
fallin' man
You're fucking fallin' man
You're fucking fallin' man
Breathe, breathe
You don't even know
Where you're goin'
And all I know is you ain't
ass, what the fuck you think this is man?
Get the fuck up outta here man
[Raekwon] So yo matter of fact, the man is back
[Ghostface] Think my head is
Dancing in my underpants
I'm gonna run for government
I'm gonna form a covers band and all
And back there by the baby grand
Did Mr. Winter
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