Lyrics:
wallssssss
It’s always game onnn so let’s play ball
But the results always the same like a rerun
I’m just warming up like precum
That’s nasty but so true
Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad
a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now, please rise for the singing of our national anthem
I say
a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now, please rise for the singing of our national anthem
I say
got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now, please rise for the singing of our national
made that trek
To San Bernardino, by Rialto way
So we could see Shari Lynn and Donnie Ray
Aunt Francine and Uncle Bob always cooked
Some food in
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
I'm there when they call
And I'm there when they fall
And I've been through it all
Now I just wanna ball
I've been standing tall
Never robbed Peter
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
game?
Come on, please take me out to the old ball game
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
of a song..."
"Well sing, you bugger, sing"
A poor old snooker player
Stood with hand on cue
His balls before him
Red, yellow, black and blue
A cruel barman
He
DRUNK IT
Theme: Doing something great by getting slightly drunk that you normally couldn't or wouldn't do.
Verse
I checked her out at the bar out
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
team,
If they don't win, it's a shame
'Cause it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game"
Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
Burp laced with arsenic poison enters your hurt-space
Like game hit boxes lift oxygen like I slurp shakes
You cancerous lumps, you push more balls around
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