Lyrics:
The hoods are up on Pine Street,
Rear ends lifted too
The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee
Are making love with a little help from STP
the skill toughen up or drop it
It is my honor to finally introduce you to the dark world of Gothic
One of my very first games and consider it a classic
Some
flawless
I'm Bruce Lee's tortoise shell heirs
Kings queens and supreme oras Set by
Horus put me on anything You won't catch up with my sources
Stone slabs
on the edge
Looking up just to lay down all the truth
My Bruce Lee moves says there ain’t no truce
I’m not that boy who did play by the rules
And they like
Back up on my grind now you see me in my bag now
Nigga talking crazy you know I would never back down
Like a shooting star in the sky
Yea I'm shining
Better go to Thibodaux
I’m going down the river
I’m going to you
I’m going down the river
With a Southern Belle
And isn’t that divine, we’ll drop him
up, like click clack
I'm fortunate cause I'm all that
Where ya moms at
Yo shtum
Where's your moms at
That's what I want to know
Kid's too fucking lazy
scars, as her golden hair lightens up the dark
She's a part of a poetry and I long to hear her talk
She is standing by the river
I know this season makes
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
a walk
Of shingle, and a walk divided it:
But Enoch shunn'd the middle walk and stole
Up by the wall, behind the yew and thence
That which he better might
do it by myself, grrah, grrah, grrah
My tour route'll leave a lazy nigga dizzy
Got more tracks than when a hair salon is busy
Flow for days like
This ain't no roll bounce
Fucking up the club like a ho down
Yippee Kiyay on the floor now
Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping
This ain't
set up the trends and make it go lit
I make it go lit, bit by bit
And when I work hard you know I don't sit
Listen to me when I tell my story
Came from
hillbillies in the sewer line
While lazy river-riding in this ducky of mine
Her inflatable body cuts through the water
Like a hot plastic knife through melted
on the track, got me feelin' like Jay-Z
While I'm singing in the mic, got me feelin' like Swae Lee
Yea, I cover up my feelings so the pain don't phase me
Also so
Beam me up
Won't see me coming
Intergalactic
Outa this world
Headed to another
Moving at light-speed
Time is moving slow
I am on the go
Kinda
partnas
When they rumble when they right
Strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light
Some people say I'm crazy, my eye stay lazy
The neck so
Easterly breeze coming in slowing the spring
This lazy wind holding up everything
If you want put your coat on your scarf your gloves your hat
world breed, South Bronx kid, Hip Hop created me
Big ups to Lee, Arnold, health,, Linda, KAI GREEN, Flex and break beats
And everybody who squat deep,
niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night be
Yeah, I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yeah, I'm
to act super lazy oh
And i know so lets go these are the morning times
You've got everything on your mind
You gotta wake up and smile again
Get out of bed
in no wedding ring
Game crazy as fuck
A whole lot of niggas lazy as fuck
Too stressed got me blazing it up
Holler at my big bro A Lee in the cliff
The sunrise in Larache is for the elderly, the wise, the peaceful souls, the loners too
The sunrise sees lazy cats
Devoted believers who go to the mosque
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