Lyrics:
for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin'
"Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
This
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E'RYBODY
Uh huh, what's going now?
Slum Village
We back, nigga
What the Fuck
Trinity, y'all
Uh, what going now?
It's
The new day of the
All 360
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
a dad, rap was all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't
na, na, na, na, na, na)
Cause I'ma fuckin' fool, I can get silly
But I'd rather sit back, relax, new jacks, get smacked, cause I'm tryin' to
Blaze
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
a lot of singing
It is albums more than songs that propel the trip along
With the future just too bloody far away
That day I walked Carnarvon Gorge
A new
guitar
So who am I?
To write an album when I can't even read music?
Just been banging these same four strings since '96
An old dog with no brand-new
Hill
Type of artist turning down a major label deal
Cause when it's said and done you'd rather keep your music real
Or drop a classic debut album
reverse my childhood
I would say I'm better for good
But I'm gonna say I almost have adulthood
To the point I'd go for fatherhood
But then if I went for
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
by any means
Take em off the jeans, no not to do some freaky grown folks shit
I wanna see if that new dress I got you got a tight fit
You see look I
north we always on the top of shit
New album Sticky Fingaz I ain't dropping it
New album Sticky Fingaz I ain't dropping it
ahh yeah this is our year
The Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs, I have a feast
I'd
only a bill
(Yo yo yo, La, chill
The Nature wanna hear some of that
Up-to date, New Swing stuff)
Aight, I got you, here we go one more time
(Kick it)
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
pounds of back bacon
Three French toast
Two turtlenecks
And a beer, in a tree
Beauty, eh?
Where'd you learn to do that?
Uh, albums
Boy, so, like,
lately
Or what I'd do to view goals
Old actors in this series
I've been giving new roles.
Fuck renting I'd rather own,
And I'm liking that new rolls.
Mani
some influencers on TikTok, you bitch
I made a whole ass album, I worked hard on it
Fifteen tracks, we don't last fifteen seconds
We got A.D.D. and if
walk around, you'd think I invented time, yeah
Step 6: Mix and add your hook
New chores, got some bread in mind
I want the two-doors, ain't no
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