Lyrics:
dollars
Thought he had caine but it was Gold Medal flour
Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to me lying
I was
As if the stone fool might be resurrected.
We are expected to bargain our lives for his
And join him in the ugliness of perpetual Christian guilt.
He
on his quest to
Take his moms and pops out the ghetto
But that plan was soon to be crushed
When one day he realized he must
Get a better job to pay for
down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with
down
With them hoes wanna see me, yellows in bikinis
Break 'em off for D-Mo, it's his birthday and that Key-C
On that Long Drive, order baked potato with
that it'd
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red
for you
So he arose from his seat
Then Ehud reached with his left hand
Took the dagger from his right thigh
And thrust it into his belly
Even the hilt
to think of what he would say to his boss to explain
The abandonment of his office for the past week or so.
He washed his hands, ran his fingers through his
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
just about as evil
As an Eskimo boy can be
Got me evil as an Eskimo boy can be
So I reached down with my patented Nanook
Of the North whale blubber
Shiverin' and his clothes wet
Panickin' cause he's damaged
Has trauma that he don't know yet
There's blood on his hands
By the age of fifteen
The child has
Now our hustler's
Reached his peak
Living large
Like he always seeked
But as he sits alone
In his mansion grand
He wonders
If it was all as planned
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, bcbe"
"So hold your head up, girl
And you'll go far! Listen to me when I say"!
Hands up
Lets go! I'm
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
Let me tell you children that at any time
Three kings in the desert that's a real rare find, yes it is
But Herod heard of it too
And when he heard
okay
I wonder how she felt when she found out that he was gay
That's who you cheated on Will for, let me fuckin' stop
August gon' fuck around
of the immigrant
In the beginning was a fear of the immigrant
He's made his home there down by the dark riverside
Ohhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhh etc etc
He made his home
of mind
I couldn't find in Rocketown
And when I reached down inside me
I could feel the emptiness
What was his mission
Where was he going
Why was
to run me up the street when he
got that god damn Impala
He said noh, now that was some fucked up ass shit
Them all pussy ass niggas can suck my dick!
he layed down all his respect
because no Sovereign can be prophet in the town that their bread
now let me take you on a walk he took step by step
in his head immature
I just don't know who I am he said he wasn't sure
Sure enough when it came time for
To get to school he had to cross the shore
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell should bar the way"
She twisted her hands behind her
But all the knots
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