Lyrics:
Looking stupid
Contributed by my spirits they know my side ruthless
Feel in love with mr guess what I had to turn to cupid
Always knew it
Always knew it
I'm
revolution won't be moderated by quack and the crew
Acting a fool
Packing the room with a pack full of wolves
Back in the day
When there were no streamers
Note: Marquis does all the verses; Mr. Mixx does the chorus
["I'm gonna cum!"]
Verse 1:
Let me skeet, don't hesitate
It ain't good to masturbate
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin' they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature 'cause
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
When he comes a-sniffing we will
Snap the trap and close the gate
Wait! I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man
Let's pop him in
(Tim Wilson/Dean Daugherty)
Timothy Wilson Music (BMI)/Admin. by Copyright International/Lowery Music (BMI)
Tim Wilson lyrics
Ricky Tidwell was
the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I've been
relax, if you got a big bozak grab that
Like Mr. Long, my brother from another mother
Yo check it out
If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use
everywhere you go every time of day
Big Ben rings it vallee sings it
Whitewood swings it even Mr crosby bings it
Eeny meeny miney mo
Catch your troubles by
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
You better not get it twisted, nigga
For real, no doubt, no doubt
Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up
You better not get it twisted,
Well it was late one night, walking through the park
With my leathered down coat and wallabee Clarks
Getting my step on, big shit, big six, big
by my side so I never go down down
So I never go down never never
never
Big beats entertainment
I bring nothing but the finest
Kademo made this
of the damn
In this systematic world
Souls became slaves to the man
Even industry rappers
Working for Mr. Big
He already got you suckers
And yar ain't even
days
Meet me in King Circle park by the empty lot
Right across the street from Sonny Man house
Right by Kawasaki and Sonny Beal
By the cold cup lady
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by
The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
and marketing) not just
The people, technology
Or products these deals are typically valued
(at least in part) by their
Financial metrics and can be extremely
threw me
That I love to stay trappin
I'm on another level got mr benjiman
Laughing
Live like me
Nea nea nea
Smoke some weed
That's why he's
I'm a big
BIG BAG A DOTS And I brought some dog in with me
She wants to dance She wants a thug I got devil in me
Told her no stepping stone I elevate come
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