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then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe I could make a good rock star. I don't know. Heh
Now look here, my good man!
GUARD: I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed
animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction!
and everything
The worst shit I saw in my life
I want to testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you
Like an Eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin'
all know each other
With the command of your voice, they all
Become lovers, lovers, lovers, lovers
[Mike Jones]
I can catch boppers like Paul
I am mising you,
I want you by my side,
And I hope you miss me too,
Come back and stay,
I think about you everyday,
I really want you too,
You set my
Come Who...Mike Jones
[Mike Jones]
Hittin the block with rocks in socks let down my top when the sun is hot
Ice drippin from grilling watts
Some
the crowd yell
And if they want beef
I'm ringing the cowbell
This crispy cream make 'em ring
Like they found Mel
Jones, and I don't need no introduction
I'm
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus - Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
on and on and on and on
The world's end don't worry me,
And I'm gonna get where I'm going just hurry me
'Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin,
Everything is slow motion
don't want nothin' wit us
Paul Cane, Street Life, Desert Storm, we're dangerous
We ain't jokin' no more, this ain't a game to us
Got a lot of hungry
To be honest
These niggas don't really want it
I'm afraid we got a problem
Ain't no way you can stop it
My baby she be a bossin
Dolce gabbana
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
let Takeoff get killed in Houston?
They went from arguin' to fightin' to shots fired
I don't want to say no names, not tryin' to get no one indicted
from the village
Always, I gotta stand her
No, she don't want nobody to eat but her
She but like fuck them digits, stack them digits
Cut them then we
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
shit like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man
And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them
Stay
y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm
Lesnar and Kwency Jones
It's Kwency Bueller and Johnny Cash
Degenerates like Shawn and Paul
We outsiders like Hall and Nash
The TwinWo, GO
We taking over
shit like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red, man
And I ain't talking 'bout no damn Meth and them
Stay
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