Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
on course
Because he's guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler
Bad as anybody's Porsche
He's a working class drummer
He's
to be gained
So hey, Bubba Ray and Joe Bob
Y'all, better get down here real quick
Drive, those pickup trucks to Huntsville
'Cause they're fixin' to put
Till she heard my sound move around till her hip pop
Shorty move around to the sound of my new song
GPS swag got the map like a tom-tom
I spit heat
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
you a ring
like my name's Tom Brady
I’ll pass you the rock
A long way from the bar down the block
I used to see you while you're working we’d make
by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches
on the radio
Richard calls up his sister, June
And says 'Do you want to come along to the show?'
June scrapes the money together for a babysitter
Tom's working
I'm the only survivor
Castaway Tom Hanks
Can you hold me like Crookshanks
Can you hold me?
Finn again
Pressure build a diamond
Living on an island
By
Leave Talk
Written By Emmanuel Idris A.K.A. Bobmanny
Intro:
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny again
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny on this
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
tryna do sweep in the summer time
Cause he start working with them white folks He a Uncle Tom
They keep talkin from the net until this shìt 3D
I just hit
Late bloomer lotus flower I
Finally figured out my super powers now
Working overtime after hours yea
Late bloomer call me lotus flower yea
Late
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
A-a-alright
Tom Petty's gone
And I'm long gone, and
How am I gonna make amends
With myself for never
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
to abort
The countdown starts
Watching in a trance the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance all is working
Trying to relax up in the capsule
"Send
Tak nemusíš vytvárať profily
A vypisovať komenty jak no name
Keby si okay
Tak nemáš 30 a nebývaš
V tom byte u rodičov v hosťovskej
Keby si okay
idea it would cost her everything,
Working on her back as they roll in one by one,
Poor little Janie's on the run
And all those sweaty hands, holding
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
gotta have guys working downfield.
COMMENTATOR 1:
I am still blown away by the breakaway speed of the rookie 83, Valdes Jones.
Crosby Allen lines up for
control there is a problem
Go to rockets full not responding
"Hello Major Tom", are you receiving
"Turn the thrusters on we're standing by"
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