Lyrics:
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
merry way
Now the frosty paws appear
And they've frozen up my ear
So we'll lie by the fire
'Til the sleet simply knocks 'em all away
Well I wish it
Mister Buckshot, makin' the gun hot
From niggas who fiend to see my little ass rot
Peep my style, check my level
I'm so hot, I shot a fuckin' fair one
have a one man in my life
Rude boy it is a pity
For buck you up in a public and can't even touch
It really fuck me up because me check for you so
The goat won't change
They all gon' hate
I broke that bank
The bust down face
The Rolex shape
It can't be fake
The house by lake
Run it up, run it
steel in your palm
you'll peel me, I'm top rank I got more lines than the Yanks
uni-form, carry on screamin on MC's
Running around together only bonded by
'em all
And to get 'em in by daylight if he could
And to follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team
And to help the carsonaro rustle wood
at the Arco, put some gas in my Caddy
Armor on my wheels, shine up my Daytons
Check my 12-gauge, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up
sure to fall
Hundred million neck slashes, so these facists
can make sho' that they check cashes, let's get massive
Wage struggle as direct classes,
taking out wack MC's,
We're gonna "Break dat party, rip dat party"
[Declaime]
So you choose to dance with I, the rhyme wise
Who flies by
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack
Oh
Oh God, what have I done?
I came to Berlin to have some fun
The clock on the wall strikes four, five, six
My eyes caught by a big crucifix
what'd
I do with my ledger? I'll never get paid now!
That distributor promised me checks but didn't say how
He was gonna locate the Front.
It's
stop
(Check this out)
It's contagious, like a bad disease
Attracts many people like a dog does fleas
Though it pumps as this party jumps for only 1
the Colosseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)
I's out there paintin'
the broad daylight
And by the time the smoke cleared
We were nowhere in sight
Sadie got an Mustang
An old '64
Sadie got the top down
And her foot
{Janet} Are you ready?
Free, free, baby,
Boy, when you look at me,
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me, to think that I'm that kind
that gets me into every mansion.
And every butler in the country knows me by name.
Because I hang out at the dinner parties
And I try to talk to their
pulled up stakes
Back home here in the old home 'stead I've kept him by my side
And filled him with my Appalachian pride
We're praising God in everything
to be made if you ask around.
Microfilm, discotheques,
Cash in hand and traveler's checks.
I was the monkey in the middle
And I never got caught.
a spin downtown
Check out who's around
I'll show you where you want to be
And the spirit never dies, let the music take you higher
I know what it
merry way
Now the frosty paws appear
And they've frozen up my ear
So we'll lie by the fire
'Til the sleet simply knocks 'em all away
Well I wish it
conscious free
Your now rollin with the sounds of the be -A-D
be -O-why, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys
[Loon]
Check it out,
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