Lyrics:
You Better believe bro
Adam and Eve flow
It’s about get evil
I roll up my sleeves doe
Knock knock watsup with these jokes
Looking out the peephole
Bad dark skinned her name Yolanda,
They sleeping on me? Go get ‘em pajamas,
That young n*gga bout to blow up, Osama,
Thirty6Kealo, too hot, no sauna,
to ya buddy. I was talking with Marty about these dolls. Turns out, the uh, turns out the actual midget trolls were made in the 1300's, by, uh, Indian
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I'm
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
said, "I beg your pardon
I know it's not my business
But will you just hear me out?"
He said, "I wouldn't lie
You should not go to that tree
want from a? Really want
I keep you laced, lay the thing-thing
Every time you call me you with the same thing
What they really want from a?
Girl what
With you by my side, I've got nothing left to prove
We'll face the future hand in hand, come what may
Like Adam was to Eve, together we'll find our way
and try to fix things ourselves by saying
Lord I don't need you.
But still God comes through for you as He did for Adam and Eve.
Genesis 3 says God clothe
semi by my gut
A nigga tempt me fire up
I let that sig blow light em up
I say I ain't got that hazy
You know I got that kush
Niggas rolling on that dirt
want from a? Really want
I keep you laced, lay the thing-thing
Every time you call me you with the same thing
What they really want from a?
Girl what
batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab, lets take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two wibbles
up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
I remember after school, sat in bus seat number 2
Miss Yolanda said no talking, I could never follow
still hold us together
I'll die by sea, girl, I'll die by the sea
Will you die with me, girl, will you die me?
The future I see, girl, will you try
rachet pussy ass nigga
I fuck on that bitch I pass her like magic
If a nigga fuck with me I go go gadget
That nigga cannot shoot he got no badges
He
over with you and me
Adam Eve with the snake
Burn it an' walk away
Fire bring peace again
Start over with you and me
Adam Eve with the snake
Go
hustle rich niggas, go get the bag
These super sluts, Corny, They'll mess up your mind
I'm smoking me trees, in love with this double cup
I Spin my own
a mystery
I always got a pretty bitch with me
My bitch'll be like, "Come and get with me
Pretty please, I need some dick in me"
I get bad hoes and you
Get
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
can do it like Mixmaster can, come on!
I've got the D-double-O-D-double-O style
Here we go again because it's been a while
Do me a favor, don't touch
again
And with its wretched rise, begins the fall of man
To Be God, stitched from Adam's hands
To Be God, life by my command
To Be God, stitched from
don't come for me
I always keep it a G
Body okay but baby that face is a three
But that don't mean nothing to me
Bitch I'm a dog and you know my pedigree
down for the ride
Keeping us in God's light, He's the spiritual guide
Guiding us away from all of the enemy's lies
Adam said it wasn't me, I got
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