Lyrics:
Your legs or your breasts
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga
The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx
Word, word, word, word, word
We get the red carpet treatment 'cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
Our defense
from town,
The nights to come were long and slow to go.
If I had known, when first we kissed
You can't keep Red Velvet on a border farm like this
Now
it away Mr. Guitar)
- Move over Casanova -
I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy,
Please don't slap me,
I'm a red blooded male
away Mr. Guitar)
I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy,
Please don't slap me,
I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail.
I took my girl to go bowling
Downtown at the red door
After an argument I started
'Cause I thought she didn't like me anymore
I can't help it
you
Don't be fooled now by his bill and coo
You'll be abandoned too, he'll leave you with an I.O.u .
Mr. Crescent sleeps quite late, then rises
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
What's the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it
A sex addict there when you needed it
Now you're too distracted by the little things
Cars,
Walkin' by the dumpster
See some valuable trash
Im'a turn that to some cash
Im'a build a big wall and then Obama's gonna call
Good job Mr. Trump, You've
never met
I’m a liar
Each night’s another tiny death
I’m better off without my head
‘Cause I’m Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I love myself by day
And I fucking
Sleepless night, on the small bed
Think i like, you white and red
Exhibitions, pool and a bit of rain
Rest and picnic with Mrs Jane (oh Mrs Jane, oh Mrs Jane)
wasn't the weather that got me that role
c fat man in red or a bright shinny nose
It was a man in boots chrome shades and a cowboy hat
Yea Mr. Bocephus
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
glory is true.
Paint the Town Red
Gold's not all that glitters,
And penniless fools cry in there beer,
Staring at broken down castles,
Eyes
so you know it's time to party yeah
That blue and red so you know we rockin tommy yeah
Green light so you know I'm never stopin yeah
I got the cash
a fight, so bon appétit
Let's eat
Don't try to act cute with me, Mr. Uzumaki
By the end of this, you'll know my name
No regrets, I can't be stained
I'm out
ferocious
By Saying mines atrocious with Magical hocus-pocus
Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject
Desire affection like touching, okay
Arrive with the sess but I smell like Olay
I'm fire in red as if hell is my lane
Designer vibe they gon' respect
you can bet i'll blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!
[red] yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, you're on the mic to rock
By Michael Brown
Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be
now
I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son,
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Disrespect get out of place
Or we gon put you in your place
Disrespect get out of place
Or we
be doing
Oooh, the Red Suit Gangster
Hes a funky bearded man in a funky red suit
He dances and he boogies in his big black boots
He's so dope
He's so
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