Lyrics:
in the bell
Down on the street you know she can't be beat
She's so sweet when she yanks on my meat
What the hell
Wang dang sweet poontang
to sweat
The smell of gun smoke more common than cigarettes
We got clicks for wreck
We like Pits for pets
We got Giants and Jets, the Knicks, Yanks
the trains and the banks
Removing that carpetbag money
And sticking it hard to the Yanks
Death always follows behind you
When you ride down that old
her house)
For good for better Fred is dead will flee ill feef
Aloof from waft a coffee effort
(I'm at home in lance)
Falled on yanks
(Ferdinand
Gettin' 'em sprung, bustin' 'em out
Rollin' up dames, 'cause he's got that clout
Pullin' young females, yank 'em on the stage
One fell prey when she
as a rang-a-dang-dang in the bell
She's so sweet when she yanks on my meat
Down on the street you know she can't be beat
What the hell
Wang Dang Sweet Poontang
Freckles was his name
He always used to get the blame
For every broken window pane
And how they'd yank him
They'd always spank him
In school, he'd
Corolla Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise
the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke
Twenty fucking five
the bases
Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here)
Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?)
It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch,
The government tried to destroy my race but them man turned into (gangsters)
You think when Yanks come to England, they want to be around them (gangsters)?
I
new hips and yank her rib out
The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out
These are the games we play, we are the names they say
This
her heart into it - and you just yank it out
You pulled her love out through the window pane
that's what she gets for loving a hurricane
She
Yank out the cable and blow out the candle
Welcome to my spaceship
You're beautiful forever
She's right here where you left her
And the heart's
Yank out the cable and blow out the candle
Welcome to my spaceship
You're beautiful forever
She's right here where you left her
And the heart's
to death
Harangue me from a tree
Twist and shout until I crawl
Do the flip, do the flop
Piss on the wall
Well the Yanks hate the Reds
And the Greeks
heart into it and you just yank it out
You pulled my love through the windowpane
That's what I get for loving a hurricane
I could've run off with
crank, rappers get spank
Stripes get yank, a superior rank
Won't stop the jock in some American car use a lyrical radar
But I'm rolling, the cartel's
I have tried to read every page now
But the wind just blew it away now
Yank bravely-happened to choose you
To keep you every night
But you keep
to do
Hey, we've just got to show those Yanks, we mean what we say
They can't tell us what to do, we'll chase them all away
Oh, catch the train a'
the mirror
Like Yogi Berra, big Yank count bank
Movin work out the country, you think I'm Big Hank
Forty-eight waist with bass, all in your face
I be there, in
Yank out the cable and blow out the candle
Welcome to my spaceship
You're beautiful forever
She's right here where you left her
And the heart's
It's like, New York without a New York yanks
Better yet, New York without the New York franks
It's like hot summers without no AC
Or never hitting
my block's hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
Known to take G trips
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