Lyrics:
J-Su (X2)
Su
走吧走吧 (X2)
Chorus (X2)
Watch out the demons outside
World on red from earth to the sky
Keep your bitch ass inside
If you jump out
Or the Bulls without Mike
Or crackheads without pipes
The Village without dykes
Or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Keep that strap like a dyke, you know I'll never lack
Thought I had you, bitch so why you not answering the phone
Stupid bitch tried to call me back, I
you want to be with me
'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O be
If you want to be with me
No romance without finance
you been prayin', bang bang
Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these low-lifes
And I run this bitch like
and somebody got to love it
They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget
I can't take a piss without a bitch tryin' to rub it
How could you know like this
Travis Warr, get on your knees
Fuckin' yo, family tree One by one, two by two
I'm gonna fuckin' eat yo food Did you just call that man fat? Goddamn
Tammy J
cheese enemas for the poor.
Testicles: So dude, when are you gonna introduce me to Ella Fitzgerald's underwear and Jerry van Dyke's pancreatic fluids?
got the black mask and I'm 'bout it
You know I can't leave the crib without it
A lot of people say they doubt me
You best believe my niggas 'bout it
a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
Don't run out there ? ?
Mini-van into the River Below, Billy Talent
Kessé qu'ils s’imaginent
Real one, j'me roule un fatty
Then, I put it on the dash pour enjoliver le Magnum
Depuis
Is this a Causion Beat
You know I made that beat
What's a life without green
What's a life unseen
Can't tell it's Hell or Heaven on this Earth
gesundheit
You a pussy, you might lose a fight with a bull dyke
And I already give you a few strikes, a few of mine
Kinda swole with this [?] face basically
derde die houdt van alletwee
Nou mevrouw waar houdt u van
Nasi goreng sherry brandy of de liedjes van lou bandy
Nou mevrouw waar houdt u van
Houdt u
Don't know my name cause you wasn't raised in the can wit me
You ain't my gang if you ain't hopping out that van wit me
Can't trust a soul whenever I got
won't write
'Cause my niggas still sellin' dope
Like they ain't on their third strikes
Campin' out in that corridor
Fuck you waitin' on Jordans for?
I
the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may
the V-A-L-L-E-J-O
Where sellin' narcotics is all I know
I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kind
And if you need a motherfucker I ain't hard to find
Some may
a basketball
So maybe a big scout from a big town team will come and sign him to the meadow larks
And then someday. Someday he'll play as good as van dyke
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
you want to be with me
'Cause ain't nothing going on but the rent
You got to have a J O be
If you want to be with me
No romance without finance
reckless than a paisa
Driving without a license
Hittin’ your new truck then
Leaving you hiking
They said no, the industry let it go
I cracked the window then
men we are"
And as the oak and the smoke rings paint you
In a glow of Van Dyke Brown
To see you dance so free, I can't heart nothing
"Hey boys,
Its Feese
And it still feel Weird without you by my side
You can't handle the truth but you hate it when I lie
You hate it when I
I'm a drown trying
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