Lyrics:
watch me go bizarre
Run in my trap get yo feelings hurt
Put pussy on t-shirt six feet now he in the dirt
He took a ride in that black hurst I drip sauce
in his mouth go 4 weeks and come back with 5 and see if you don’t beat yourself up for not being around during that time so don’t tell me I’m a good
back make it pop like acne.
You don't ever come over to match
Sittin' by my lonely countin' stacks
You don't ever come over to match
Sittin' by my
back make it pop like acne
You don't ever come over to match
Sittin' by my lonely countin' stacks
You don't ever come over to match
Sittin' by my lonely
sit down
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said, "Excuse me, Sir
But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans,
in the back of a paddy wagon
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big Flintstones lump on the side of my head
They took my picture
in the back of a paddy wagon
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dead
A big Flintstones lump on the side of my head
They took my picture
a mil' in savings (mhm)
But you can still get a shaven (bah)
If I ever get caught by the paigons (uh, uh)
Badman I ain't just waving (boom)
Live my
are all singing as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging so they put you on the street
You go back Jack do it again wheels
the unknown
Oh no, no no I don't know
What I'll find inside of the unknown
And I've been falling back
In the black
Staring back at
The things I can't say
not a person
With the whole world on your back
You keep servin’
You keep servin’
And by the time you snap
You’ve been hurtin’
You're sick of hurtin’
Out
back inside your head
Homoside it was easy
Bitch you lied you trying to quit its over
Hang up the phone
This aint a test or a drill
Im sick in the dome
my boof
He can't dance like this and can't sing like this
So don't have him hop in the booth
Bad lil coup in the back all black
Like Baby don't say
gets.
'cause I might wind
up doing that same old cruddy shit.
Like clockin', sellin' rocks in my neighborhood.
Back cockin', buckshottin', your ass
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
(Yo, yo check this out, yeah motherfuckers)
(Come on motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers)
Too much smoke in here man
Crack a fucking window man,
Crown in my mouth so I'll Figure it out
And I don't got much but a backbone
Stand for the ground that I strut
Much applause when I'm back home
Sharing my
on this motherfuckin' room, nigga boom
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin'-poon
Nigga boom, nigga boom
on this motherfuckin' room, nigga boom
Get on your back so we can get up soon
Stab you in your heart with a har-fuckin'-poon
Nigga boom, nigga boom
(Baby, baby, Baby, baby)
I can tell by way you walk
You give it all away
By the sweet way that you talk, yes you do
You got long legs, a black girl sway
transgression
From this infectious interlude, they on the loose and unstoppable
Daz, my motherfuckin' nigga from back in the past
Now imagine yourself in
Writing songs in the park on a warm spring day
Didn't expect that something was coming my way
Reach for my beer pull back in fear lock with them tiny
wrong?" He say, "Nothin', keep restin'"
She say, "What's missin'?", "How you know somethin' missin'?"
He scratch his head, she say, "Get back in bed"
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