Lyrics:
Yo yo yo yo
You're now tuned into District thirteen Club Nati Radio
With your boy, Dolla Dolla Bill y'all
This goes out to all the bitter baby mommas
you'll never come to any parties at my house
My house
And if you go on like this the only house you'll ever visit is the nut house
Nut house
Well
And you have this fertility cycle that gives you subtle clues
About who to choose, so this is all just a ruse
To convert my mating effort into parental
just gonna dive into the next lion's mouth.
Why even bother?"
Now, monkeys have the opposable thumb
So they could kinda do it the exact same way we
is too
Spider: This must be the end of the world! All the people turning into pigs and ponies I can't let it happen to me!
Senator Exon: What is
an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this err' day-day?
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day
Finally got paid, now I need shade
think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
Telephone. "Maybe Bill
down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle.
paint the white house black, and start renting it out
In this underground game, I'm rolling with S.L.A.B
Black H2 Hummers, when we holding the Avenue
Money stacks high, it doesn't fade slow
I just gotta know
Did you want me did you love me
Come on hold me close
As we watch the bills fold
As we
(verse one) {:25}
Keep it gangsta why'all, I want to thank you all
Niggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' why'all
We can ride to this kinda shit
pussy nigga!
I'm sorry you can never feel my life
Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright
It's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites
we do that often
Two bad bitches, thick like horses
Let 'em snort cocaine at a party
Leave 'em stiff like rigor mortis
Don't try to race, this car
The house Dreddy Bear, ha, Mike G
Come on everybody let's baseball (got it goin' on, swing it over here)
Come on everybody do the baseball (chill, chill,
of mine from way back, Dr John
Yeah.
We're gonna do this-a, we're gonna do this song
That was written by a, while back by this-a British-a trumpet
of your life
But chances are we won't be talking by the end of tonight
God I'm a fuck up man why do I do this
I could end it all now this pipe in my right
fight
You know to me it kinda feels like
Me, my mother, my brothers, and my kids
Have all been incarcerated through this journey and we haven't even
a good savage, so I let the devil have it, why don't you come over
Here and get a beer, I've been looking for a stripper, here's to another drink, spend
you do that
And just any genuine feeling, like
2 O'clock
2 In the morning
Hello
The Attackbots
Come on
We are the Attackbots
I've recorded most of this
Rapper weed but the athletes
Probably hit this and get a record deal
Studio at the grow house
So the rent lower than the electric bill
Niggas really
white hairs
Lookin' like Mike Pence
Lawyers paid, we paid, we Charlie
Never have to hit a fence
East Oakland in the house, represent, represent, yeah
And have you heard of
The pyro kinetic homeboy?
Diablo icon, followed by him walking out of
A flaming house with his hands up
Surrendering to a large police
and the hearer
Are they equal when compared
Will you not then take heed
And indeed, we sent Noah to his people, and he said, I have come to you as a plain warner,
in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo
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