Lyrics:
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
don't want to be like nobody but me life lady see
Can't nobody do it better than me
So if I look like sound like clown like
Lets cut to the chase do
I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no other
You got
ooooo
The one I need.
Oh, yes indeed.
Why it's greased lightnin'!
We'll get some overhead lifters, and some four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin',
Whee I see like four or five dad ones
I'm tryin' to reel in right now
Boy on fleek man I'm tellin' you
I see ya girl
Yeah women runnin' in my
Crenshaw baby
Grow up in the
Hood
But momma
Kept it solid
Made look
Good
Never had
Ahh daddy nigga
Left when I was
Like 2
Get my lady
Pregnant
Never
A quarter to four she met me
On pheasant lane
Said come along before the rain
Pours down on you, and pours on me too
She took me to the hallow
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
on a mission lookin for the one im tryna find
but i get caught living life by the rhyme
living life on the grind
living like I, be 20-something on my birthday
Rooster:
I remember the way
Our sainted mother
Would sit and croon us
Her lullaby
Miss Hannigan:
She'd say, kids, there's a place
That's like no
work out
And we'll all make our goal, yeah
But I think a man is wise to only count upon
What his own two hands can hold, yeah
If by some chance your
live by, ways I kiss by
We all murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish
Fantastic's a bad mother
One, two, three, break
Yes y'all, you're now listening to the sound of four greatest orators and our DJ Shaolin Fantastic
or
Shell searching on seashores
Hanging with our families, or
Dancing on our feet more
Homemade smoothies, drive-in movies
Night time bike rides by the lake
boo
The shape of you
The shape of you (smitten by your love Oh my lady)
The shape of you dey make go gaga
The shape of you dey make go
You could never see, the wrath
Time for you to feel, the wrath
Another four years, different face, but the same old thing
Getting sick and tired
The stroke
Cuz I ain't had none in bout 4 years
Turned succubus's down anytime they tried to come near
It was all choice
So all them ladies on that high horse
peace indeed then burn trees
I'll tell you all about it, it's four twenty
Money hungry as a Package of peeps
I only take what I need or else I'm sick
has no eyes, sole has no eyes
Ten, nine, eight, seven
Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helped to keep the peace.
Six, five four, three,
Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by
Bullshittin one another with the same old lies
Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside
Saw the clouds turnin
only spring we got no fall in here
Think you cool announcing but players really ballin' here
And na this ain’t our season really we got all this year
to non-profits who been stealing from Haiti
Maybe Planned Parenthood so they could save our ladies
But not Texas, bounty hunting for babies
And I ain't really
Spent the first 10 minutes just trying to wake up
Then the next 4 hours feeling shit out of luck
Then I got off to work and everything turned out
my
Check out my
Look at me now
I'm fresh as my pops
I'm raising our stock
I just want the dollars
They giving me props
Just want the dollars
They
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