Lyrics:
and the kids all felt happy!
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
Wit very few commercial interruptions
- no fronting
These are my MY looney tunes you BUMPING
If hip hop is for you… you thugging
What? WE THUGGIN
If you think my rhyme's ain't hot - ya
smoothies sittin by the ocean
Top down cruising bumpin music and we coastin
Whole gang with me and we sitting here posted
99 baby I be going through
smoothies sittin by the ocean
Top down cruising bumpin music and we coastin
Whole gang with me and we sitting here posted
99 baby I be going through
ain't the one to blame (Aye)
And you playing like this shit a joke, my nigga, we living a life not a game (Aye, Aye)
I know that my life a movie, it
with the quagen I can't even feel my leg
Nigga having smoke about a bitch we don't get in to that
Pop a nigga fitted cap, smoking dope with the biggest
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
it's always class
This week in good news
They kick out your front door
We are one
But not the same
Using the homeless to guard empty houses What
noise
We are losing our Keith Richards
Crazy kids like he was
The hungry-for-life
Burning bright or die
Can you imagine Tracy Chapman taking selfies
Flashy cars mountain bikes (Gang)
Po-po-poetry got the lines (Lines)
Dr. Seuss on the line (Damn)
Got a problem it's solved done
Five stars like sponge bob
we going to eat?
Well, there's a
Thanksgiving, stuffing and cranberry turkey burger
A Tom Morris seasoned turkey cabbage and gouda burger
A surf
of hierarchy and all of its cousins
You have anarchic, patriarchy, monarchy and the list goes on
Haha , it's so funny
We humans are supposedly super evolved
a house
They say how many flows are you about
It's Infiniti ain't no amount
Out field they catching the bar
Stuck to me like the kid was some tar
Big blunt
the block
Boy Im just giving it all that I got
In that regal coasting
Jalepenos roasting
We just let them simmer in the pot
And that diesel smoking
Got me
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
chasing down your prime-time
Food for thought, or rather mind wine
The Don Juan features the freak shit
My thesis on how we creep quick, fucking your
big cheese, you niggas blind mice
Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me
Still sticking to the script
Like Nicole Kidman
Need the man hit? We are those
We're on the road to El Dorado
City kids we grew up round a group of Desperados
With no ambition, inspired by the narcos
And didn't have a dad around
confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits
stressing
Peng ting still want a strettons
If she calling I don’t wanna talk
We eating I don’t need a fork
But mans not stressing
Hit Gordon’s maybe
Telling all my niggas we gone make it one day
Bitch we from Chicago we surrounded by that gunplay
The way they letting sticks off this shit sounding
raining fellas
Feel the thunder crashing like we crash a party
And the lightning flashing like the paparazzi
And the weatherman says we probably should
[Intro: RZA]
Yo, the great Digi
"What are you looking for?"
The World's greatest mind
Bob Digital
"Man with no mother"
[RZA]
Yo, try to cross
is done?"
Thinks Major Tom
Back at ground control there is a problem
Go to rockets full, not responding
"Hello Major Tom, are you receiving?
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