Lyrics:
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His voice is Chicken Little's -- But he's hearing Paul Revere
When he catches himself giggling -- he forces up a sneer
Though he'd
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
Under their control
Makes you not realize
That you are God
Yeah have real eyes
If you choose to no longer see by their lies
I'm God made
Not man's slave
chimney up on top
Made out of a human skull
Now come on take a little walk with
Me honey and tell me who do you love
Chorus:
Who do you love
Who do you
the South Coast is a wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Jolon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I
pockets
I done came up from the wacki
Dead mans by the body
We can ride Kawasaki
In the jungle with the apes and stripes I'm a lion
Main mans got a cape you
I’m pussy I’m a lion, I’m a king bow down so (I’m a King Bow Down So)
'Case you ain’t know, I got niggas by the door
That’s my bros, ain’t afraid to let
Little pig little pig
I suggest you let me in
You're getting treated like a bitch
Cause I ain't looking at no man!
I'ma huff and I'ma puff but -
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
He gives me every little thing that I want he knows what I like
He gives me every little thing that I need he does it just right
Hey yo, what up
I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,
of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles
Where the leopards grab the wilderbeast down by it's tail
You see the chimps they grow hips they hustle
today
Ice on my neck it can fill up a tray
Took a little chance i was good by may
I just want a house an a wood by a lake
Tried to bring me down i know
Day by day night by night
We go be a alright
Day by day night by night
We go be a alright
Wake up every morning live my life up to the fullest
I'ma
tryin' hard to make up time
When a great big man with a sack in his hand bound off that train like a lion
He hit the road like an old pro then he got up
And a little bit of that
Man, we kiss the G's
Like he's a rat in a mouse trap
Ball to the wall
If you hit me
You're my best bet
Spittin' P-O-5, nigga
Never mean
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once, pale horse
a body of straw
Are you sick of it all?
There's a man made of tin
With an oil can grin
And I'm gonna get you
And your little dog too
There's
There's a late bloomer down on Lover's Lane
Got those doe deer eyes and a lion's mane
Dreaming of a man to call him by his name
'Cuz he knows what he
niggas that'll kill ya for a little notoriety (notoriety)
I can make a lion say "meow"
I'm in this motherfucker gettin' money 'til I'm senile, Tunechi
more
I'm a wolf here in yellow sunglasses
I am a mountain lion
Down by the river I'm floating I'm floating
Here we go
I'm floating out to inner space
I'm
poppin' like bacon in a pan
My little mans 'll take them
Grams and walk to Brooklyn
For the cake, but they ain't Making a Band
I put 10 on my wrist, put 8
poppin' like bacon in a pan
My little mans 'll take them
Grams and walk to Brooklyn
For the cake, but they ain't Making a Band
I put 10 on my wrist, put 8
the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Cholon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I played
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