Lyrics:
of by the others, they said we're better than you
I could care less about what you think about the things I do
Shut the heck up, I know you don't like me
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
From Episode 7--Josh And The Big Wall
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Larry the Cucumber
Presents, in a sequential image,
very clearly a joke
Sweet, yeah, yeah. The doggy dish line is the only one
That's made me nervous, because it's a little bit out of the blue
Out of left
Phantom
Stuck on your first beat, I'm trying to top my first album
Keep a cleaver, no I'm not Haskell
Keep a hairpin, no I'm not Little Rascal
I been having
wanna listen to this song?
Do you wanna act like a fool?
Do you wanna be like Lando Commando?
He's gonna get shot by Rambo
This is a little diss song
This
Phantom
Stuck on your first beat, I'm trying to top my first album
Keep a cleaver, no I'm not Haskell
Keep a hairpin, no I'm not Little Rascal
I been having
and I dont want to leave it destroyed
Big boy diamonds, big boy talk
This shit not for little boys
You been warned like a drug, addicted they think Im
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
that road just beyond the olive groves that bears up to the left, by that tip. It’s been there for decades that. The whole town just dumps it’s shit
noticed her sister leavin' town
She was west of Texas
By the time that the gavel came down
Be careful what you wish for
You might get more than you ever
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
I was born and raised in this little town,
Where the streets are quiet, and the sun goes down,
I knew every corner, every streetlight,
And every
from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty
thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal
shed say
I gotta meet someone for an interview
He's only in town today
Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than I thought he'd be
High heel
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
The bitch jumped up with no respect
I had to put the big, big bitch in check
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I
Fuckin' they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch
From the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time
Up in they, bitch
unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
Tired of feeling down like I need A hug
If I'm coming to your town I might need the plug
Purple drank and purple Kush just a little buzz
Smoking
prime, spitting harder
Looking better than ya'll little niggas, and I've done been here a dime
Your opinion didn't matter since Big heard me rhyme
on old town streets
Since they build that brand new road
I pass by what was once the movie house
Where we laughed and tears they flowed
Townhall
to stay but we'll call it our own
I've been feeling so low down, in this shitty small town
I just want to move out, I just want to leave
I'm a big city
Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
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