Lyrics:
a group,
All: We tour in a troupe.
We land in the soup, but we know
the things we do, we do by threes.
A perfect team.
Rose: No, this way, Louise!
the back door
To all who sleeping on us
This is our revenge tour
To all who didn't want us
Get ready for the encore
The ball is now upon us
Fire back at all
the nerve to let your man riff
And start flakin' like dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write,
the nerve to let your man riff
And start flakin' like dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write,
why your birds
Wanna hang with us
What nerve nigga swerve
You get curved by these bitches
Like the letter "S"
My shits Exclusiv
Call it cheap liquor
Brown on Blue
Words and Music by Linda Cullum Recorded in 1982 Copyright 1982
Intro
We make it brown on blue
We make it brown on blue
We make it
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
and grandmamas love you
'Cause that's all they know how to do
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues
Your wife said this
I'm Feelin good I'm great
Nigga Get the fuck out my face
Champagne bottles by the case
And she love it my way
Wanna be my world I need space
Cause
"These niggaz get on my nerves though, on tour.
Especiall Az-Izz, that nigga'll fuck a midget!"
Yes
Outsidaz
Yo, I be fuckin every I go, man
Lost city of New Orleans, we call him this
(Georgia)
Now
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
ferocious
By Saying mines atrocious with Magical hocus-pocus
Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
need is someone with nerve.
Together
Together
Wherever
Wherever
Together, wherever,
Together, wherever we go.
We go in a group,
We tour in
kiss me
Wake up my nerve endings with electric adoration
And kiss, kiss me
Remember we met in that old Malibu
You lost your shirt and I forgot my shoes
right? Boom
Now now, all you, all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue
right? Boom
Now now, all you, all you dye, is this shit right here, boom
And this, you know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want
But it'd be like, blue
love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said
Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
might find
Connecting dots with stars inside the Kuiper Belt
Swimming in cosmic pools, schooled by Michael Phelps
Priceless wealth, derived from
Masha FX
Yeahhh man
Sound of the North
Taking the Party by Storm
Up we go
Come take a tour of the sights
And let me show you what a night out
Up in
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