Lyrics:
know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
It's not pronounced "Eric B. and Rah-keem"
(Ray-kim? Ray-kim?)
Like Bobby "Blue" Bland and Mr.
of a midnight sky-er
Let the time fly by 'cause it's a finding her hand
Taking a chance, starting a fire, this is an all-nighter
Ten o'clock kiss, twelve
o'clock maintains in the game
Bring the pain, the smokin' method, mane
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
It's not pronounced "Eric B. and Rah-keem"
Like Bobby "Blue" Bland and Mr. T
I pity the fool who's a sucker
Red against brrr blue badge, Bear and Chiefs
Three to none, I pray for nun amen
The game just started
I do this sort of thing, yeah we do it
Jay
my plug was jemery lin
Mike Bibby ot they driving passed the Tenn
They just tryna get them blues off Bobby bland
Duke was slidin base but he aint make
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
u thought me
He said, Pussy’s a commodity but dick sell better
Went from dickies and house shoes to Invicta on my wrist
I got Bobby by the pound,
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock
afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile",
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Rzarector in the shadow
Tru Master in the shadow
Golden Arms in the shadow
Twelve o'clock in the shadow
Crushed off the bag of dope I
know kn-know kn-know know
You don't know kn-know know
It's not pronounced "Eric B. and Rah-keem"
Like Bobby "Blue" Bland and Mr. T
I pity the fool who's
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
bitches love me
Bobby V and you Mr lonely
Choppa mack til you macaroni
Got that mack game, gotta admire homie
You passed a hole, bitch you a bogie
Pussy
3 o'clock in the afternoon
End up thinkin' bout you
Big bright blue eyes
And that smile that's goes for miles
Oh that soft, brown hair
Just makes our
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags
the sand
With a joint and it's probably like three in my hand
Started blowing up I'm sealing the fans
Want the blue money it's teal or it's bland
Stay
two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made
Tonight, in Fort Wayne news
Three men found handcuffed shot in the back of the head
Laying on the ground in the living room of their home
With
Lucy was 7 and wore a head of blue barettes
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd
Yeah
I aint got Alzheimer's but ohhh ohhhh
Let me hit this one time
G.O. G.O.
I ain't got Alzheimer's but I said it three times
Yeah yeah yeah
Fuck
you want this time?"
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"
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