Lyrics:
In our prom dresses and our tuxes
You’ve never looked so good
In your mother’s wedding gown
We’ll have a great big dinner
With the saints
and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green,
and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green,
the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it comes
say what
Here it comes
It's the quicka rippa ripper
Known to flip a script like it
niggas my sons, I'm feelin' fatherly (uh-huh)
Respect it more than your father, boy, you should honor me (woo)
Well, fuck your father, I would take my
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands
Fly girls, clap your hands
Fly guys, clap your hands
Well, if you're feeling
Clap your hands everybody
And everybody just clap your hands
Fly girls, clap your hands
Fly guys, clap your hands
Well, if you're feeling
And all your fears are gonna fade away
Together we're gonna build a bridge
No, I won't treat ya like your daddy did
We'll have the kind of love that's
that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
No
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah
Are we rollin?
Yuh
Hey
Hm, hm, hm, hmmm
Ha
Daddy love you baby
Keep ya head up
Yeah
I remember when your mama told me you was on the way
I sit
for and that's to see
You know what's the problem, ya not used to learnin
I'm Big Daddy Longstroke, and your man's Pee Wee Herman
I got a question
mouth to better use
Twitter silenced you so you can gag on my caboose
Treat my train nice I know you like to work the mic
To the bone while you're low,
you mean by too many 'nots'?
[Female voice]
Not big enough, not hard enough, and not long enough
[Big Daddy Kane]
Yeah, aight
But check this
And best believe that it's our treat we'll take out all of y'all
We'll act a fool up in this bitch
Trying to keep my cool up in this bitch
And your shorty
"your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw.
I'm like your Uncle baby.
The style of your beautiful face
drives me crazy.
Well can we do ya so Heavy
Family. Broadcasting over the airwaves from Nashville, Tennessee. Reach over and turn up your radio's and we'll bring our music to ya and pretty soon you'll
lyrically motherfucker you
Have met your demise jedi, the black chapter
Like the bone in they thigh been
Hip to the game niggas lame
I am July working my fire
[Shane]
It's gone!
'Cause Lil' Daddy's like a rap helter skelter
A bad mother..
[Kane]
Chill Shane, respect your elders
My younger one, uhh,
the bomb
Can I drop the bomb drop the bomb
Well, here it comes
say what
Here it comes
It's the quicka rippa ripper
Known to flip a script like it
you like what I do to these instrumentals
Step by step, I'll teach you manners, I'll change your diapers
I'll also teach you how to deal with anger
it star
Rip it colonel rip it a million time do it star
Verse 1
Because your mama can not help you
I say your daddy can not help you
You little
to church
I’ll worship like a dog got my bone in your dirt
I just wanna sneak peak under the shirt
See you lookin pretty wanna take your skirt
When I see
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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