Lyrics:
Bobby Darin sang Mack the Knife
Before James Dean's car did a jackknife
Perhaps it's because they lack life or lack guts
Never confuse the head with
I can tell by looking you've got fears in your heart
You're hoping no one else can see
But you can't hide feelings from someone who cares
Open up
Bobby Darin sang Mack the Knife
Before James Dean's car did a jackknife
Perhaps it's because they lack life or lack guts
Never confuse the head with
shit
Can't count the time
And fuck
I can't count the times
I lie awake at night
Wishing I could be
The kid who killed himself
That time when he was all
bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a twelve gauge!
Outlaw every day, on the front
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Bruh, she already jiggin', ain't no turnin' back
I can no longer be held accountable
Why you make all that nigga music?
All you play is that nigga
a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor
Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
to the choir
Send them bands up
And reserve all praise for the most high
He the only one can save you when I roll by
Cause I don't take prisoners
I just make
it?
Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it
I need to stop bein' debated
You're still copyin', Xeroxin', I'm still coppin' a feel
Like Bill Cosby
I'm a tangled tiger and I wanna rip it all to shreds
So I can ask it why
She's a loaded cobra and she wanted to be with me for the ride
In
it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally
it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally
the cheat codes
If vibrations send me
I drive by on winning
Can't see inside, I'm tinting
She in the passenger, venting
Massey, unrelenting
I just found my
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
[Intro]
Uh
Woo
(Aye Hoops)
No kizzy
(Get On Yo Grind Shortyy K)
Uh
[Chorus]
So many mothafuckin' racks can't count em' I'm dizzy (Go)
Count some
gon' take her home but left her in a room
Mr. Scrooge, Mr. Take it off now bitch get in the pool
Mr. I already made it you can't come around
Mr.
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
Bobby Darin
Big brain you can call me Fergie Bobby Garrett
Regular how I show off like Ric Flair
Rolex wearing, wheeling dealing, wining dining, kiss
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
now
Let's sweeten it up
Candy girl
Count it off... 1... 2... 1... 2
But you better not, better not
Count me out
'Cause other people imitate
watching and chatting they moving like Wendy
We can't trust no nigga who fidget and twitchy
I'll send him to God he'll get put in a spliffy
They think that
think no one can save you now
I look at Bobby bro I really hope I made you proud
damn
Yo we haven't eaten in days
we getting weaker by every
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