Lyrics:
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
my head
One day comes and a baby born
Another flies by and a mother mourns
Soul come go in the dead of morn with the passing season
Lose myself
brothers like early Beck
I'm comfy on my iron throne
Word on the street that the god you pray to
And kneel to's an Esoteric clone, but I feel you
If he
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
now aboard the enterprise rental vessal
On my cue photon torpedo
Oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
And so on for the street though
Smoke
and
Sixes is in their head bishop Long
What is up with that monkey
Shit on your head?
Last I checked, vanity was a sin
The Lord said on my life
I believe you
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
he's got one big belly
From livin the good life provided by punk
Singin singin singin
Buy me a Becks beer or pass me a bong
Gimme some Bushmills I'll
She got myself and my weed for tonight
Just 1 round an done witha vibe's
Don't smush me cos am on my flight
You know dick is not by power nor by might
Rollin' sunset women with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this fits right in yo'"
No kiddin', gun
I move with my brother
And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast
socialism, totalitarianism
Beyond your wildest imagination - Glenn Beck
Because I'm rich in ring prowess
Blessed with technical skill and extremely
Well off
with doo rags hangin from my pockets
[Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics
Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So]
So
they father and
Sixes is in their head bishop Long
What is up with that monkey
Shit on your head?
Last I checked, vanity was a sin
The Lord said on my
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
Kingdom Come! Bertie:
By all my sainted aunt believes!
By George!
By Jove
All By Jeeves!
When we're faced with the grind
Of exerting the mind
We're
the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay
He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk
And thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must
going rock with me
Keep me in line, keep me in check
Call me a loser, but mean like Beck
Always Joshing just like Peck
Never really coming for my neck
soared to new heights by
Literally thinking outside the box
You fell into depression 'cause Spider-Man
Ruined all your plots
At Hollywood's beck and call
thought
I never leave my life with a lawyer
Eyes wide with my head on the swivel
Choose a side or get left in the middle
I just treat with the sand
head
I don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my head
I
on my head
You can see the shine when I'm passing by your door oh my god
Watching all my steps when I walk
Got my heads high that means I don't need
and sunny day
My nigga spliff was sippin' Beck's, I'm slappin' hands with Thes
Locate a shady spot so we can circulate the stress
Mary Jane invades my
Rollin' sunset women with a bottle of Beck's
Seen a slimmy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah, this fits right in yo'"
No kiddin', gun
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