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Old Enough to Know Better: The Worst of Barry Louis Polisar (Barry Louis Polisar) · Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey! Hey! Hey! (Rhoda Scott) · Louis, Louis & Louis (Louis Armstrong) · The Name's Barry... John Barry [Acrobat] (John Barry) · The Name's Barry... John Barry [Acrobat 20 Tracks] (Joss Stone) · Sack Full of Silver (Thin White Rope) · Fighting in a Sack (The Shins) · Nut Sack (Rodney Carrington) – and 90 other albums »


wanna squash it what you still talking shit for?

Hey,
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
Where I
and grinning, I'm spewing up and spinning
It's billiousness as usual in my corner of the kitchen
Hey you, lose that friend before we go anywhere
What? Someone
Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die
Didn't lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
When she disobeyed, had North Clayton crazed
Just
wanna squash it what you still talking shit for?

Hey,
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap sack
Where I
like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex
Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry
Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in
cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like a T-Rex
Ya well advanced connect dance with thoughts
Deep like Barry
dick daddy, droppin you hoes in the sack
Bustin nut after nut on your motherfuckin back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
that's standing fat with your rack
Let's get candid act like your Janet Jack and mash in the sack
Or pretend your Nikki Nova while I film and flip it
and hustle just to keep sack
Stuck in Orange Mound, ten toes down
Nowhere to go but up, I'm underground I'm so down
But God bless me with this gift
wrist, look like a package of piss 
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray 
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day 
They could put it on my wrist,
up!
To all my women in the club, say we F'd up!
And if you're sipping on some, say we F'd up!
They didn't know what the crook say, we F'd up!
(All
If you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight

Do you really wanna know
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
up the world, I gotta get mines, I gotta get mines.
I gotsta get mines, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm blowin' up in the world.
Blowin' up, blowin' up
takin a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants

	Leave me alone, leave
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack
knowin'

Let me take a little time out to holler at ya
You go get your partners cause I'm fit to drop a bug in your ear
See what we have here is uh ruh
a look. 
Who's next down the line. 
Oh, the 43rd District Judge. 
Hey pal! Remember me? You threw me in jail! 
Take a spin or I'll snap your neck.
purple wind and snow
I do a hit and go, split
It's hip, what's hip?  When hip is just the norm
'Cause Planets pledge allegiance to the funk in all it's
*(in the background)*

Man that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!

*(Yukmouth rambling)*

Hey, what's all this?? Hey stop all this confusion.
away what? I think you better forget it
Pit-pat this Jack, get off of the crack black
It's the true fact, your record hit the pillow sack
And now
the dirty with the bury in a throw away hatch back
Bitch, where ya back sack?
But any minutes I'm tryna elevate
Never under estimate the carjack
I put
hit the ceilin' fan
Okay 'cause I'm what you want, I know what you need
Me in your life, you're my penthouse suite

Ya, ya, on the balcony, give it