Lyrics:
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
at the spot, pull up at the spot, in a drop top
Gettin' what I got, I just
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
Don't give a damn on the real, I
beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your
because we didn't have a tree
Oh yo ho ho, it's so heavenly you know,
To be sat here in your arms all Christmassy
And I-I-I don't need mistletoe or lights
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
horror, doom
Took my sword from Krypton's moon
My Compton ho, do blow-jobs slow
Don't go to school, do rock shows
Poor folks got jolly old songs
So don
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
Ho ! Maybe you don't know
The really bad news from the lady on the radio !
Yeah, it's better watched on TV
Tons of bombs falling down above middle-east
the bitch and they know I make Sound
I'ma get it while all on the beat bro And They say I ain't shit but your bitch know
My song She can tell by the start
money, man, it's right here in my face
I got the Devil on my back, I don't wanna be up in that place
My grandma tell me to be safe, I just keep running
it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight, oh
J I N to the G L E
Jingle bells ho ho come ride with me
Got the sleigh, got my girl and we're
to me
That's what you do
That's what you do to me
That's what you do
And it just don't make no sense, oh, how my swagger is crooked
If you ain't by my
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
on (Ay!)
Bande hum dhang ke ni by god
Gaane pe teeno ho jaate hai psycho
My bitch love all my songs
Bol tera baap teri aai kaun
Dost saare middle class icons
bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
I've been crossed by some niggas I used to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker
About his wife, her name is Maudie
Everytime he has an argument with her
He has to write a new verse
a bitch by my side to scratch my balls when they itch
I’m a player at heart, mind of a pimp
Don’t fall for a ho, if your trying to make it rich
So much
the comin' storm
Promise that you'll keep me warm
I don't wanna play this role
He said "yo, I've been lovin' you so long
Ever since that Bone Thugs song
don't make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys
of the songs I make, materialistic aims
Make me feel a way when I want it
When I got it, it don't ever feel the same
We got different types of problems
I'm
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
a picture with a IAm Foto Sosho
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a colder ho
But she don't really know shit, so I gotta show the ho
Hide your paper, yeah
You should be ashamed of yourself (C2)
You smell me, girl, I smell like money (why not? What's better?)
See, that's what they don't understand (not
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