Lyrics:
beams, burning up the nightlights
They work out all their story in my little Black Book
3) Lookin for some lovin, lookin for some trouble
Looking for
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
to chump my style
I let them know that I'm versatile
I got style, finesse, and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and I know you want to look
attacked by first
They're at my neck like motherfucking vampires
So critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always degrading, little bi-ditch
Well,
Let me tell you this little story
About this three bad ladies
One Latin one black and this Asian
Yeah this bitches drove me crazy
Dated this bad
niggaz roll with no dough
Even the small Dunn got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out
Niggaz is never happy til there's
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
roll with no gold
Even the small kind got a little black hole
Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
Niggas is never happy 'til there's
a knife is stuck. In the Book of Gates, we see him fastened by the neck with a chain (along which is fastened the Goddess, Serqet), the end of which is in
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
not to keep that sack wherever I poop at
Because niggas gone snake you out and play it like a cool cat
Shooting cee lo winning good they let a deuce
givin' you a pound or a kilo
Dawg you know how I move around like i'm Cee Lo
Dawg you know when I touch down it ain't 3 0
Back in 78 need a 9 for they ego
say this is a banger uh
So just move to the banging beat go
When the light goes green like cee lo
Bringing the movie moves spike Lee flow
And we stay
bitch I just pull up and poke her
Grew up playing cee-lo I don't play no poker
We keep us some za, you can tell by the odor
You can get you a bag, just
five dice
Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, "Read this note" attached
Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood
Gave her a son
O.D. off the codine, it’s no need cause I love you so please don’t let me re know grief
Cee-Lo green with the twenty seventeen grammy gold theme, be your
cee lo
Cant do this twice
How do you feel bro
Still wasted
Screaming out
Your bitch is basic
Mines ten ten
Friday I'm some how pissed up
Acting ten men
dressed in a black monk’s habit,
a Franciscan monk’s rope as a belt
doubled round three times.
A little book by San Agustin
in her delicate hands;
she was
or quesadillas and sopa
Got a little cooler with assorted waters and sodas
Cinnamon sugar-coated malassada, the odor
Makes me the envy of the line
If not
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
on the news
Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going
pop up
Ran off the field got locked up, left Allison knocked up
Going to the doctor all by herself
Put her books 'about Criminal Justice back
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