Lyrics:
Everybody know wi ready ay
Yeah yeah yeah
Bones man
Seratuh
Hey
A bad comp or no company
Nuh boy caan bring no conk to mi
Carrot round mi neck
Mi nah
To All The Ladies In The
Place With Classy Taste
Allow Me To Place My Hands On Your Waist
And We Can Boogie Till You Conk Out
Faint Like Marie
On The Dance
bob,
She give a good lather-job
She don't stand no messin' around
Gimme, gimme, gimme my hairdresser this town
Hairdresser, hairdresser
Conk it
Santa Conk and Tectonic we coming to town
The sweetest holiday like crème brûlée
We showing out proud
The wrapping paper crinkle
Underneath
Buffet live in Key West and we'd like to say there's a lot of things in Key West, as a matter of fact, there's
Chorus:
There's sailboats and conk shells
I'll carve this bitch into high art
No say bitch made state-of-mind art
My murder spree murk out this conk
Albert Fish gaunt sunk out this conk
town
They just wanted to relate
Wanted to delay
Baby biko when she come
She become
A humpa
You don't wanna come
When he comes
They conk em
We just
turned to a phony
I ain't sleeping wit no teddy
Might conk out wit suttin on telly
I Slip into slumber with Jason and Freddy
They wonder why I always
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the regal
But we's legal niggas
Dollars got bald eagles, nigga
You can't undermine Mister
keep the flows in check
The Raw Dice rise like a creature from out the swamp
With my blood-thirsty clergy that's on the hunt for conk
Who pumps your
known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez legal niggas dollars got bald eagles nigga
You can't undermine Mister Grime
You
a cherokee
Don't, I drive what I want, and what I ain't drivin' I don't want
Let it be known (let it be known)
Permits hit the conk in the reagal
But weez
Reflection Eternal what
My style highlights like fonts when I burn heads like a conk
Cause niggas front, when their chances get slim like Pharoahe Monch
conk down to her shoes
Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter
her conk down to her shoes
But she's just an invitation to the blues
But you feel like Cagney
And she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter
you got to
Watch out! Louisiana jug wine and conk out
Throw her hands high and make her backside pop out
Watch out! If you don't have the V.I.P.
And come down
There's a man over there
With the conk in his hair
He's a very bad man
Don't look now
He's really very bad
And his name is Medina
sink
They would cry, them ah blink
Take ah mile if you tell them for take ah inch
Yet they would cry for a conk or a pinch
Ha ha ha!
Hail the King!
shit
Fuck that I ain't trying hear that drunk shit
Bitches like that get stomped out
You know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk out
Lady what we
conk, you know you're losin'
I put my dues in so you know it's only right
I gots ta hold it down so all my niggas hold tight (hold tight nigga)
doorsteps?
Country phones 'cause I dove off ends
Keep the blinds closed, stay low from feds or I'm back in the wing tryna conk man's head
Interview rooms,
even need the line (no)
How much times did I nearly conk out at the scales and sleep the night? (Ah)
Then next morning, I hear drug squads at the door,
different pattern
Mi nuh go inna nuh session unless it conk and ram
And from yuh see we face and wanna ask a question
And anywhere we go we haffi ra pa
her conk down to her shoes
But she's just an invitation to the blues
But you feel like cagney
And she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter
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