Lyrics:
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
nigga and we just ate.
we 1st in line you sloppy seconds
you can have them crumbs we left on our plate.
Everythang new ain't nothing used got big feet
the way it goes and the way it goes
But just a little boy crying in the rain
Love pain like the blood in the veins
All the s**t that I hear
The blackness I
Outcompete my peers, I was taught by my pops
I operate on another level, don't go by clocks
We got the alpha, No Beta
Real time, Big data
DoorDash,
ball for another 50 years
And that is a BIG perhaps
I will probably die way before then
But say I got another 50 years (a good portion with the docs
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
kissin' on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
to make a song about where I'm from
You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state
But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about
Prince lives here,
patriarchal
My Ireland didn't Wake the Feminists
Queen Maeve was an early riser
My Ireland you are
Cumann na mBan praying to St Brigid
Ireland playing frigid
the tents
The stars above the barren trees
Were his only audience
Them charcoal gypsy maidens
Can strut their feathers well
But nobody can sing the blues
Queen Josephine in effect, nigga, pop the Mo'
Back door by Jeff Star shorty's takin' flicks
Spigg Nice 'bout to fly in wit' Jamaican chicks
It ain't no
Queen Josephine in effect, nigga, pop the Mo'
Back door by Jeff Star shorty's takin' flicks
Spigg Nice 'bout to fly in wit' Jamaican chicks
It ain't no
Feeling like a hundred bucks, exchanging good lucks face to face
Check-checkin' his stash by the trash at St. Mark's Place
And children by the million
that discovery
The queen of Spain, spends some change
Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range
Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive
But all you
can't you
It's a war outside and pussy is part of the price damn you
I'ma get a f**kin' bag so big it rips the Louis
I'ma put out a hit on every prick
Double shot combo I'll be at the bar
Made my shot Rondo born to be a star
Need my money pronto and the keys to my car
At the top call me Pablo known by
Yo
As the universe expands
I contemplate whether it was God or the Big Bang that made man
Sometimes I wonder how come
We can't live without
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
rap s**t
I light my blunt if we stick up in the traffic
I like to keep it blunt and I keep it classic
I'ma be real big just like Jurassic
Park , my
by Fooart Scott
I never liked the sound of Fooci Mane, but I loved when I 1st heard her say Big Foowop
U just Fooart Little, "little do u know, bitch
well alright)
I wanted to make a song about where I'm from
You know big up, my hometown, my territory, my state
But, I couldn't figure out much to brag
a song about where I'm from
You know? Big up my home town, my territory, my state
But, I couldn't figure out much to brag about
Prince lives here, we got
on a roll, but it's flat land
Gotta go fast then, St. Paul gettin' on a map then
St. Thomas coulda tapped in, but they tapped out
Armbar by some White boys
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
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