Lyrics:
bitter cud
Grope your little nurse
Do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze
Sickly dressage a princess of Kentucky?
In the middle of the woods
long time for you
In a broken down apartment house
Lay a woman dying
By her side a little six year old girl
Who was softly crying
Momma don't go
Dictatorship of wolves, dictating to the sheep.
Dictated to by fools and half the public is asleep. Wrapped in cotton wool like we are covered in a sheet. Like
little niggas taking the assignment
See these bitches never shut they mouth
These snitches never shut they mouth
My niggas and they not in jail and they
Bitches by my house posted up like a stakeout
Bitches wanna watch me, have a little party
We pullin' up in Chevys and we jumpin' off of Harleys
If I hurt
in Hollywood
She had green hair, but damn she looked good
I took her to my house 'cause she was fine
But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than
lights in the bedroom
The things we said, the things we did
All the talk about the house, the cars, and the kids
Yo, I'm not sayin' those
bank take little bank
Got many messages I've yet to hit reply too
You say you surprised at my distance well I'm surprised too
Thinking it's karma from
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
Quarenting
Being in this house is just boring me boring me
Miss being in a group
Hoodrat shit
If someone coughs
Excuse that shit
If she passed out
Just Move
I woke up in a cell by myself
Not knowing how I got there all foggy as hell
A judge read my charges from a little tube TV
They were pretty serious
at the sun
Says "My god what have we done?"
It's getting hotter by the day
It's melting all the ice away
Aha!
Oh Yeah!
Aha!
Oh Yeah!
Men with money don't wanna
You know, in this case
It's calling gingerbread men
A gingerbread person
When obviously
They're men
Yuh, Shamter holiday
Yaasing at the mass
So we
the game
Wearing my name
Bad little brickhouse, go and do that thang
Yo - niggas surprised when
They open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they
found out that I'm not allowed in my house
I am not for whom the bell tolls
I'm who you people call hell born
I'm not the foe on your cellphone
I'm what
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop
Don't want you in my dreams, I just want you in my heart
I want you back
I want you back
I don't wanna see you playing house off somewhere far
And I don't
Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
You don't have to go that far
You just slide in to my car
I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers
inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me 'Jacky'
If I could be for only
on time
A model of consistency and national pride
Authorized by the U.S. Constitution
Might I add
Columbia House meant endless CDs
Publisher's Clearing
by the barrow men
Stop the act the axe falls on the lower end
Break our backs for a small piece of our origin
Cover up our faces adrenochromes collagen
plenty of money in my pocket
My good time friends are around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found
I wrote my
right in my stash house it was mainly dividends on dividends
Shoot it up 50 cent he thinking it’s many men
Young boss got the fam and fitted with plenty
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
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