Lyrics:
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man
A little girl asked me what am I gonna do
When I get old
Walk like a man
And talk like a man
Walk like a man, baby
You can call me your man
A little girl asked me what am I gonna do
When I get old
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
strictly just made to mack
So what the fuck you know about me
A loked out, funky ass pimpin OG
Fool, you can open your eyes but you can't see
I just gave
from Japan
Yeah, she mad I ain't your man
Like she can tell me again
Bad bitch and she giving me neck
Dumb ho, yeah, you need my respect
I ain't even
it thats a hundred grand
Got 200 if you split it thats a hundred grand
Got 200 if you split it
These haters got me back on my bullshit like I'm
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
why they wanna fuck me
207 McLaren body like Bucky
Old head get rusty and I'm a can of oil
And if hip hop do die a 100 grand'll boil
Show up at your
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
can put a melody over this...
No
Yeah! I am the melody
Hate me
Nigga hate me
You a dummy funny
Lady
I'll name you katie
Talking shit
You like
Like nic nac patty wack daddy mack in a Cadillac pass me that fatty sack
Bitch wtf you laughing at
Im only here on the backs behalf
And im the well
that weed, roll that weed
Just roll that weed, roll that weed
Aiyyo, yes, it's me the MC Grand Royal
You spittin' that 'Newcleus', I suggest you
just like a man, I resort to my penis
So check it out
I got a blunt (and a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about
just like a man, I resort to my penis
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole day stuck in the funk
So I'm about
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
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,
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
man
(Just sell 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(You can mail 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
(Br-bring 'em to me)
Call me the dead body man
Kill me here tonight
I'll give you all your money
If you'll wait until tomorrow
Then you'll see
But a Georgia boy don't like a thief
There was too much
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
you really feel cocky
And I'll flip and bash your skull like Rocky
Call you Bullwinkle, snatch your game plan
You played out son like Dudley Captain
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