Lyrics:
the Six
And I’m colder than you pricks
Shit just give you ticks
Get addicted to the mix
This is what you get
When I snap is when it clicks
I was born so
the same show.
Maybe what you'll find somewhere over the rainbow.
Courage, heart, brain, you need rhyme.
Turn on your mic; snap your fingers three times.
here we go
Just give me my dough and do
The show then I'm outtie yo!
Runnin' in the back seat
Sippin' on the Guinness
Fuckin' with a MAC-10 ready to be
oh wee, yeah
[Fresh Prince:]
(Christopher Williams)
Yeah, presto chango I wish I was a magacian
Snap my fingers or tap my heels and then
Abra
Oh yeah, waving to my haters when they walk by
Know that I been steady blazing cause I'm not right
Hold that thought a minute gotta make the flow
underneath my office
Enough with the bullshit, back to the real yo
Not a coin in my pocket but I'll bare-knuckle
This brick walls to keep walk like Mario
'Till
string me on like that?
Like a puppet and Gepetto when you know I'mma snap
You don't understand the power that you have to affect me
Could use it for
pregnant off a finger ah
Doc the code name, merging both lanes off the lot
(We can die) Yeah I'm taking full blame
I'm hard headed, cap fitted for ryhmes
I
Snap ya fingers do the step
You can do it all by yourself
Baby girl
What's your name
Let me talk to you
Let me buy you a drink
I'm t-pain, you know
big batch of cannabis
DoD and Youthstar we take too far
just smell the gunsmoke, harald and kumar
Claws of the cougar be rippin through yo puma
I snap
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
with
Now I'm knowin what you wanting
The best you ever tested? Oh girl don't be frontin'
Rock ya whole world at the snap of a finger
I know you loving
Will Smith:
Uh, uh, uh
What?
Whoo! Ha-ha
Yeah mic check
Mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic, mic
Alright now let's go yo
Lil' Kim and Will:
on the dresser in other words of the chain.
louis v draped in linen
accompanied by a dozen women.
Ring on his finger make you notice when he take a drink
rumors
dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
Yo, fuck the hook!
These rhymes resemble knots being tied, the time line,
Becomes a nonlinear noose that will snap your mind,
First, sever your
freeway
You got no drive I paved that way
I take shit day by night by day
Shit, I’m on my own time
Never need nobody cosign
Kinda feel funny in certain
about to snap
Wrapping my fingers around the katana
I don't need no fucking skrap
Ticky tocky on the clock
Bitch u better kick rocks
Sick of the phony
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
You know who it is
Stuwop
Finna snap on this one
The STOO
Big STOO
This is my lonelystarrchildsroom
B.I.G.
Stunna
Mirror, mirror on the wall, i'm
Cleopatra
African Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelor
Y'all niggas in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose
a single glove and a snap of my fingers I levitate and flip the stage
Hit yo peak
Hella long ago I bet you miss them days
Killed yo streak
Hella long ago
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes
Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have
dog god
Cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
Cause you will die when you crucify
Cause I gots frisco all sewed up
Pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
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