Lyrics:
buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce
Quit sayin shit before I let loose this monster inside, hang you from a noose
Goddamn right I'm strange
All you fuckers should know that I'm insane
Did
I'm outer space bitch
Smoke all in my place
Baby it's crazy
I like the way that you play me
There's no way you'd betray me
She is my number one
Don't
took time yeah
We don't play games no lies yeah
How else you gettin' by yeah
I know you gettin' tired
Right now you been on silence, I see that spark
a
Vinyl copy of that wonderfully classic
Scripture with a personalized dust sleeve
Covered with xeroxed lyrics, pictures
And all the members' signatures
that do'
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell
Uncontrollable hustler's ambition
Alias Superstition, like Stevie
The writing's on the wall like my lady
Right baby? Saw it all before, some of
Y'all thought I was
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
peers
Giving them cries for help, I guess they need to see the tears
But wait, wildest part of all of that is
They'll shoot a suicidal rapper right
that motherfucker to get this
Nigga next door up
Out of here, that nigga be snoring all night
I can't sleep
And call that big butt nurse with the
Long
wish that I can go back
No bills, no kids, just getting tore back
I want a wife, I love women
How could I front like I don't be in love wit' 'em?
depicted
Right now there was five more
Babies aborted
You would think it's all good with the
Way we support it
Right now there's a pedophile
Surfing
Or they think of fisher price and toy up as my chemist
Y'all start with bullshit? That's how Imma finish
With the wrist watch drip mood everything is
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my
And I'm super duper skraight
Baby I'm that guy
Bricks yea I'm working with them chickens
Posted in my trap house but I got 6 kitchens
Right wrist a fool
fuck it, you're right
Hot chicks and Kung-Fu, you can't beat that
Can't beat that at all
(Surface contact in ten nine, eight, seven, six, five)
lumad
Portland till I'm dead homie
Banging all these sticks until they shred on us
I got this bread on me brodie that's BIG Flip
Thats a BIG Flip
My pinoy
for a turn then some niggas turned on me
Playin' with my money so I went big worm on nem Let's Go
I need it all
Even wrinkled dollar bills
Even wrinkled
started
Big dog round this bitch broke right off the harness
They rather me end the case so they could try to break my conscience
Uh just call me William IV
just -- ["squirty" fart]
Gary phelps: oh my God -- what did you eat? it smells like baby food --
Dr. stewart: all right, we're relaxing -- that one
but Buster they couldn't show him because he'd have got... they'd have got copyright problems and
all that. And it was also fun enough, a big MTV
Connelly!
Linger Ficken' Good
Luc Van Acker-Luc Van Acker
Linger Ficken' Good
Name that Cock!
Revco.
Revolting Cocks
Yeah,that's who I work for right
Cruisers)
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus
of superstar
Y'all Nigga need to motherfuckin break bread
The Hoes need bills paid
They tryna get that hell laid
And they tryna do it the A-Town way
I see
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