Lyrics:
Ha, Chubby Checker, ha, hey fellow
Ha, Rufus Thomas and head Tony
I remember when you all had
The whole world dancin'
Now come on and do this little
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
day by day
Oh my my, hey hey hey!
All the friends are helpin' him out
Now we get ready to shout it out!
Edward, Emily, James, and Toby too
here
Then I looked in her eyes and in her eyes
There was so much fear
Pull out my gun said is he still here
She shook her head and said no
I'm
eyes and in her eyes were so much fear
Pull out my gun and say is he still here
She shook her head and said no
I'm checkin behind every door
She cried
sippin', E&J got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin'
Diggin' my ways out of holes by hustlin'
Get that loot, kid, you know my function
'Cause long as I'm alive
I'ma
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and
None come back.
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac.
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang,
Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back
Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang,
out of your pockets
Memo to the villagers
Stay on task
First things first
All meetings should be productive
Clock in clock out
No overtime in
the cracks
By these tracks
These are facts
I can't cope
I Move to fast
I Move to fast
I Move to fast
I Move to fast
It's all a game
It's all a game
It's all
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery in how I
Form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have fear
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you
dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I
Form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have fear
Tryna
Thomas be docile, yeah Thomas be docile
Just leave with a smile man don't be infantile man
So instead of trippin out on the opponent
Gotta keep it chill
on mini me
I crossed him out, but stay close to my enemies
She make it clap to all my songs, they be on repeat
I ain't no sap to these hoes, they be all
it is up on the wall
St. Thomas inspecting the wounds for us all
It's a painting by Rubens
Painted from life
And it's flanked by a rich man
If I were a guitar,
I'd like to be played by BB King
If I were a little dog,
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man,
Who needs to be
the Superbowl
Check your stat books, get your rat hooks
Out my rap books
Biting-ass niggas get your snacks took
You in the scrapbook scrap shook
Y'all niggas
They say I'm unhealthy, hella handsome and wealthy (goddamn)
I look out for the family and I gotta move stealthy (oh)
I'm on my black horse, that's
If I were a guitar
I'd like to be played by BB king
If I were a little dog
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man
Who needs to be loved, baby
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi
i’m a ball hog now
If it’s gone work then I gotta clock out
Yeah
Watch ‘em all fall down
You the only one in my call log now
I won’t let it go i’m
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