Lyrics:
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
Somewhere in the world a boy or girl is being buried by their mother
Somewhere in the world there is violence, brother against brother
Do your
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit
walkin' side by side
down the altar, you say to yourself, "I will not falter"
But you're thinkin' it how did I get myself in this predicament?
Saw
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
drawn
I told you in the Face
Off I'll make you watch
Your mother suck my dick in her grandson room
And then I put you in ya place
I do some more
a fix 'cause I am going down.
I need, I need, I need
Mother Superior jump the gun, Mother Superior jump-the-gun.
Mama, ma happiness is, happiness,
Deep
Niggas be jealous, tie you up and beat you down to a bloody pulp son
Got my villains and me, mad enough to bust one
I'm the second coming, but
for me, nigga
Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit
When the lights shut off
And its my turn to settle down
My main
the neighborhood, and his father
Was dead, but he's able to rise up above it
All and start taking care
Of you, your mother, and your whole family?
He's taking
and got the tan got the whole enchilada
Homie know I'm inside of your house
Tie up your brother
Make the prick call up your mother
She might know where
raise this generation
My respect to the mother's that be holdin' it down
But it sure would be nice to have my daddy around
[Verse 1:]
All I need is
wanna fight the real me
Fine, put down the mic and just try to kill me
Do your best bitch, go head oh wait, you can't
You just a mother fuckin' pussy who
. The testimonial still hanging on Mother's wall:
MORT POUR LA FRANCE
HOMMAGE DE LA NATION
A LA MEMOIRE DE KJELL NYEGAARD AUX MORTS DE LA GRANDE GUERRE LA PATRIE
your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
DT's be kicking not ringing the door bell
They want a young nigga just sitting in four L's
Hunted down by racist cops work for the Klan
So I shouldn't
Bunch of bad bitches thats down to jump ship
One fifth drunk with a bunch of bad bitches thats down to jump ship
Got your man in my DM bitch
He go
and
Sisters and brothers
Want you to lay your guns down
Lay your guns down
Drive by
More people die
On the streets of the big smoke
Another fool
Being cruel
I go gun my man down
She's a milf milf
Mother, I'd like to funk
Mom, I'd Like to funk
Mama, I'd like to funk
Mature, I'd like to funk
I hope she go
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
drugs and guns will float
Might have to bail the sinking ship
But we gone find another boat
I find out it was you behind it
Tragic
Now yo mother soaked
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