Lyrics:
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
I'm not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin' my ethnic type
When I smile for the photo looking like Lobo
Me and my bloodshot eyes
I pass
a few notes here... yeah... ? To El Segundo, huh? Causing UNTOLD DESTRUCTION?... oh... God... That's terrible!... (my baby, my baby) Wanted for DRAFT
a worthy pool
Of peers to be competed with
I see my shit with Son House and Syl Johnson
And always loose, I done lost face too
But I'm sporting their
Uh, bitch I'm rockin: Dwayne Johnson
I'm solid as a rock and I ain't talkin' bout my Johnson
Wavy white boy; Action Bronson
Plus I'm all about my
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cross, trying to keep the reaper off me
I
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
on my mind, it was (Georgia) Bush!
We from a town where (Georgia) everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby (Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
They call me Dwayne Johnson
'cause I'm harder than a rock
When I see a cock
Yeah, my name is Sticky Cheese
I'm
to rainin', my love come tumblin' down.
Yes, every time it starts rainin', my love come tumblin' down.
Yes, when I'm in need for my baby, that's the time she
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from
nigga be on it
Huh Look bitch look
My niggas retarted
For the squad
I gotta Represent
For my guys
I gotta Represent
Behind my momma
Bitch I'm wrecking
never hit me in a text
I take that as disrespect
So now I'm gonna diss this set of celebs
Just for the Swift effect
Don't care whether it's correct
This
away.
Baby baby, baby baby,
I'm so I'm so I'm so
Baby baby, baby baby,
I'm so I'm so I'm so vain.
Got the passion for the fashion,
And the looks
even if it means that they are gonna kill my host for that
I can't see, its hazy, but i'm so crazy
bring Jay-Z to the levels of Lil baby
Arabian? nahh,
Baby you be calling when I'm balling
I'm assisting all my brothers call me Stockton
I be riding round these streets, call me Johnson
I be by my lonely,
The work and get compensated
How I'm running my operation
Got no time for your conversation...
This winter I hibernated
I'm lookin so calm and faded
Word
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