Lyrics:
while also
Reaching for the kind of mass
Pop-cultural relevance that he, Nicki
And Atlantic Records all believe him
To be capable of judging by
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
teacher!
Three doesn't go into a hundred and twenty eight exactly,
But it goes forty two and a bit
Forty three, forty four, forty five, forty six,
like water whip
Minc
Yo
I'm hot as ice when it's 40 below zero nigga
I'm tryna' turn 2 cents into a kilo niggas
Cus in the hood that can make me like
pray tell, good sir
I give way…
V 12
Knox
With this in mind,
And your permission, sir
I’ve something to say…
V13
Roosevelt
By all means, Knox
five, forty six, forty seven
Forty eight, forty nine,
forty nine, point one, forty nine, point two, forty nine, point three
Forty nine, point four,
forty
And I said, "yes sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie. I put that envelope
Under that garbage." After speakin' to Obie for about forty-five minutes
slap in the middle of the square. This was followed by five or six others, though we didn’t wait to see them burst.
Narrator:
In fact there had been
kangaroos
We can bastardise the whole damn thing I think you'll kind of like it
We'll have Christmas in July
When the temperatures below five
And the sun sets
and dick teasing
Too many Tech-9's behind trees and five-oh keeps a black brotha bleedin
Fillin em up like Unleaded Phillips 66
Owin me more than 40 Acres
every night
Summer time only time for the good vibes
Summer time
Summer time
Kicking it with the homies and girlies by my side
Summer time there's a party
like a whole pot of coffee
Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40
(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that
Five hundred of them poor slaves,
Me boys, from their native land we bore.
We marched them up upon a plank and stowed them down below,
Scarce eighteen
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
switchin' out hoes and thots (switch out the thots)
I Richie'd the watch (Richie)
I made me an M on the spot (M on the spot)
I took twenty-five hoes in
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
I was 18 you daydreamed I'd be a star
Making flights out to Hollywood, she my boulevard
You was always getting wasted on the forty-five
But we was
Forty five
Going ninety five
Thank the lord
That I'm still alive
Yeah
Still alive
Summertime
Still on my
Summer vibes like
A smile and a drink
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
and entered into lore;
Him and 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
He'd manned his tiny ship alone, a year or maybe more.
A flea among the asteroids; homeless,
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