Lyrics:
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
even worse when she left him with his uncle
His name was Ted he was violent if Ron pissed him off he would get pummeled
It was a struggle
And he was only
money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn em with thirty-three-eighties
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Oooo
Ahhh
I'm like L. Ron Hubbard
I'm like L. Ron Hubbard
Created my own religion and now I'm makin' dough
You fuck around with the cult, then we go
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
[Rappin' Ron]
I'm a motherfucking pimp with a street full of prostitutes
(And if a nigga talking shit) Well I'm a gangsta so I gots to shoot
A fake busta
to Florida
Rucker game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me front and center
get em to Florida
Rucka game attender
With the bent pole on the sidewalk with the tin plates on the fender
I ain't hard to find you catch me frontin
round by the firelight
Ain't we having fun tonight
Ron's got a turkey in the smoker now
And one in the grease, we got plenty of chow
He's got
me at the ron devous
This that reinvention
I can't keep on stressing
If shit ain't progressive
Try and learn a lesson then you let it go
Be by
I have a karate lesson that other day
With a girl in elementary school
And she said "Thanks Stoppable-Son"
You better not call me that again or
You
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
this money baby, they shady, we get shady
Dress up like ladies and burn them with dirty .380s
Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out
I got
raised by two of em
So I stay wit two of em
Awkwardest evenings Zack Morris you Screeches
Saved By The Bell
Catch yo ass on the weekend
I schooled on 'em
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
This pain on me there it go, yeah
(Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Ron-Ron, what up? Real, ayy
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How
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