Lyrics:
blues
I be on lean like fat nigga shoes
Catch me on lean like a nigga with no knees
Opp nigga weak, wanna beat 'bout a freak
Made the bitch eat my
make me blue
When you put on those dark brown shoes
You know that night I saw you with that guy
Just can't deny it he looked so shy
Can't imagine you
That boy gon' get the girls man, he gon' make 'em all soothe
In a bubble bath in the jacuzzi, might pull a yellow bone floozie
That boy don't
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
the great X
Is it the shoes or the fantastic
That got cha' callin' out to ya girlfriend
Boo banged who last night
Made the man leave baby
Forget about Stanley
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
the Nike Js
These days I want the Ye though
But what would it matter if I cannot get in
Through their headphones
Fela, these days man the jungle's not really
Punch the clock
Join the rest of the stock
Dem say that man nah work
Den man gon starve
But when the pot's locked down
By the fattest of hogs
Then ya
O I forbid you maidens all
That wear gold in your hair
To come or go by Carterhaugh
For young Tam Lin is there
There's none that goes by Carterhaugh
and send, a few shots towards your friend
Because if I do then he need it, massive ego watch it bend
Making tunes all we do, driving by the ocean
Nothing new
Can't pay for that with PayPal
Bring up problems like FIFA
We controversial like weed pal
Good and bad like free bowls
Hurts every day by scream, "ouch!"
done the Australian way
The great brown land, stained by time
A melting pot of cultural slime
Import low culture from the world
Celebrate mediocity
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
One day I wanna make big profits, but right now I’m getting paid by the hour.
But an old black man, in an old mini van, had a saying that knowledge
at you
Just as you are now
Just as you are now
Turn around, my good man, turn around
Turn around, my good man, Margaret Brown
Turn around, my good
It's not hard to believe how they do the black man
My cousin nominated and debated by the judge for three hots and a cot on cell block
Nobody was perfect
to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I
Ghostwrite y'all niggas some lyrics, whatever y'all niggas need, man
We out here (haha)
Y'all ma'fuckas never seen niggas like us
We the real deal, we
niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my
claiming?
Gonna make an old man get his shoes out
And throw one down to slam dunk on them
Every time the leaves start turning brown getting through
[Hook: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns
tax of what you half earn
so man smoke the grass herb to calm nerves
a lot man can't work
they know the the answers
rather flip dark first
or then
versus different chemicals
When they go strumming my veins
I'm laughing through my teeth, I'm a beaten animal
So with my hands in my pockets and my shoes
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