Lyrics:
the spotlight right now
I got my mix of juice and gin
VIP, that's where the ball is gettin' in
Yeah, ladies, free before ten
Next week, we gonna do it all again
see
I go downtown cause it's fresh plus she lets me
Rub it the right way like Johnny Gill would say
I'm glad you feel that way sometimes we just
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
can't do nothing to fix it
So I'm telling you right now
Motherfucker Limp Bizkit
Now I'ma be real
B-Real was real
He ain't say shit the whole time me
to the sky
We're waiting!
Back to the eaves
And the leaves
And the fields
And the-
Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella!
Are you really wearing
let you go, billy!"
And george putnam, the right-wing creepo fascist pig newscaster from los angeles said
(take it away george putnam,
shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!
callin' me?
Well I checked my caller ID
It was just cousin Larry
Callin' for the third time today
My wife said "Let it go to voicemail"
I said okay
Where
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
In Paris, right by the Eiffel,
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
they profit to fuck with you
Nobody can fuck with you, Obama said
"What it do?"
Can I get one more?
Everybody want to talk about who
This and who that
flaming do not go gentle blazing
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Tickle polyester sick within the parapet screwing for a dollar sucking on a fire-hose chewing
to do with my private life
So stay the fuck out of my business and tend to your own damn life (life)
So go 'head and say what you want to say
About who
at the producer and said, So you want to give my daughter a record deal? And he goes, Yes, we want to sign her to a girl group. So she asks this record producer who
Absolutely right absolutely
What you think about the blogs, Scaff Beezy?
Honestly, the blogs could just suck my
Damn cock, balls, deepthroat, gag, and choke
where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been
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
spying but she said everything right by that chair
I overheard it then I knew it
You would do it
Benny, momma is calling you, she says that it's urgent so
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