Lyrics:
made don't trip, like chairs you fold
Big body sumo, straight out Atlantic, flow cold
If you do not rep out your shit, what is you doin
Surrounded by
Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could
day! It’ll be here, it’ll be here!
Have a beaker of beer
But it should have been here And stop worrying, dear.
By now! Now, now.
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
VICTORIA:
In movies about women written by men
The secret to life is plastic
When the gossip stops, we shop til we drop
Order Thai, and look
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
preachin' to the choir
Preachin' to the riots that he got fired
He ain't got no medicare, sippin' liquor in his chair
Blank stare, need a blank check,
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
Relent
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
by myself, I need an assistant
I got that good good, that get right
That early morning, that midnight
I beat it up, like a fist fight
One, two, three
He'd get home at five-thirty
Fix a drink and sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with momma
Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair
At night
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Just the two of us, just the two of us
And when we
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
Ah, one, two, three four
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
the sea one day,
Landed up in Boston Bay;
Vanzetti sailed the ocean blue,
Landed up in Boston, too.
Sacco's wife three children had,
Sacco was
three weeks and two minutes everyday
Things around seep in pain, knowing pain
Propping in the potty chair, keeps kneeled down
Qualified technicians
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