Lyrics:
I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we make love
And how awful it tastes
Blinded by judgement
And lost in
My misogynist ways
Call me today
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care?
Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What did you
What up Charles? Hey baby
Hey Baby
Girl I been missin' you like crazy
Miss you too
These fools 'bout to make me lose my mind
I don't think I can do
for my brother in my Circle (niggas)
F.O.S. Paranormal Circle (niggas)
You pull the trigger, I pull the caps
Flow gas plus the ass, you think it won't
the trap and go cuckoo in it
Aim for the head
When you see him put two in it
"Girl you wanna come to my 'Hotel'?"
Until I send one of my bitches over
To go
right hand man
My right hand, my right hand man
Use me up if you think you can
I've been on the floor lookin' for a chair
I've been on a chair lookin'
different year, different swag
I gave up the Barkley's for you wannabes
Cause you fuck niggas are under me
High-top or Low top, Giuseppe me
Charles Barkley,
the Snooki's
What i did for money you did for the nookie
So when they were lookin' for
Someone to pull it together
They call me for bookin'
Ha, shit you would
where's my dad?
Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would
where's my dad?
Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would
sucka then you're gonna get hurt
Poop brown
Poop brown
My rhyme is poop brown
I'm kickin' it down and it's comin' at ya poop brown
Poop Brown is
actually scary
Well
I suppose I have time for one more spooky story
He he he he
I will tell you the story of
The Ghost of Hash-Browns
Our story begins
One
Like Charles Bronson
Written By J. Robinson III, J. Holliday
Performed by The Bizczar Sinista
Ha! Ha! Ha!
You didn't think I was coming to get ya
of my Benz (my Benz)
I admit I'm sorry for my sins (my sins)
I admit it, admit it (I admit it)
I admit it, I did it (I did it, yeah)
I admit it, I
never trade you for anybody else, say
Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls
The best thing inna di world
I never trade you for anybody else, say
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
did you get to talk to my lawyer?
[Keyshia Cole] Night and day, day and night I keep callin 'em
[R. Kelly] Yeah? Well day and night, night and day
My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is
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