Lyrics:
been mad
'Cause I'm way too fuckin' old to be havin' a step dad
That prolly has a trailer in the sticks that's a meth lab
Who in two months is gonna
I'm the king of rock, there is none higher
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
gone' put our hands up
We gone' turn this waaay up tonight
We gone' put our hands up
Cuz 2nite, we gone Rocket 2 the moon!
My hands so high
We gone' party
a vast squad of men
From Asgard to have as their ass - guardians
Hey! my name is
Well never mind that cos I'm not famous
But I'll still get you into this
quad
I'm hyping up wicked chants every game
Then go home to see the girl who's taking my last name
This song is getting so monotonous
An D-line is
have to say
Another big thing is during the time of this songs recording (Two Thousand Nineteen)
Our commander in chief doesn't fucking believe in global
The future of our next generation, they been established
Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us
Money and social status, tell me what really
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
uknowhaimsayin. So I-I holler at her, I say 'Aye man, check this out
man, I seen you over there hollarin at ol' boy. I ain't hatin' on that, uknowhaimsayin'. But I
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
Welcome friends, please stay awhile
Our story starts with one small child
Who spends this night in an attic dark
Where dreams are stored like sleeping
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your
[DJ Paul]
HCP Hypnotize Camp Posse bitch and it's still on hoe
[(Chorus 1) 2x]
North North North North North Mafia
[Chorus 2]
When you fuck wit
a whole lotta talk, whole lotta cap)
Huh, huh, ayy, yeah
Stunting on these hoes like the X Games
(ShittyBoyz this, ShittyBoyz that)
It's our year, it's our
Music is our one romance, yeah
May I have this dance?
Give it a chance
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music?
Who says a rock band can't play
muthafuckas
to bow down and respect the South shit,
Get your mouth split,
That's what thing that you can do up with this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
Whoa, wish this was a Metallica concert
I wish that it was music when
They walk in the building
Someone ring the alarm
We sound like rock and roll
We
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
path and our victory is eminent
Y'all sound all the same We here to Bomb the game
Catch a body count higher than John McClane
Our crew rocks we need two
remember[03:01.29]Not every dream is jaded[03:07.68]Touch Me All Over was released on 2/15[03:10.28]My engagement anniversary[03:12.46]This song celebrates
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
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