Lyrics:
individualized the fakes
(Uh, huh)
Just because you're pouring syrup on
This don't make it pancakes (Woo)
My vocal assaults kept bouncing many
Amounts that count
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
clothes
Kiss you on the forehead, more head
I can't roll
Not until the icings on the cake hole
Your lips, put it in, pull it out
Stick it in
Put a jimmy
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
the homie cuttin'
Records like a villain
So buy the album cause we're
Gonna make a killin' and I'ma carry a nation
Fade in to Perfection gets a standing
as the debut
Album of Lil Kimberly
I'm glad if I can be as
Good a dad for my girls
As my dad was to us, saving lives my material
And you're nuts like
wastin
Tungs'll be cut like Jason, racin
Tung Twista rocks, your lip'll lock
My tongue'll be makin a tick tick or tick tock to Nubian hip-hop
Flip-flopped,
under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin' you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little
hot from the back
And she likes to be squeezed and I like to squeeze gats
Got weed, got liquor, got papers
Drive by, finger on a trigger, what's popping
rehearsal I'm sick
My album is like one long AIDS commercial (yuck!)
I'ma take your worst nightmare
Divide it by fair and multiply it by 9 squared
I'm
allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip
Buck-buck-buck means you punks better duck
Kid you're outta luck, try to flip you get stuck
By the Wu-Tang sword, oh lord you shoulda bucked south
I'm spittin
started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
[Steve Austin]
So Shadow, I understand you're having similar problems
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds
and destroying these beats like I planted B
Shoot for the moon, superstar, that's what I plan to be
I can spot the jealousy in your face and it's sad to see
I
some things, get it by any means
I disappear then reappear with a new scheme
I got fans now, I got fans down
Who can't wait till the album's out
I
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
while them people staring at you
Metal lungies, you're yellow cake spongey
And I could look good up in a onesie
I'm hungry for some dinner, nah I'm hungry
very impressed by
The viscosity of the environment
In his new album, "New York, and why
I think it is bitchin" bob Garder
Disguised as an elderly surf
Me and my boyfriend, we get drunk, we get high
In my off-white, down the freeway, off the 405
We're going to drive-in, drive by
We get drunk, we get
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
the actual economy
Call me Playboi cause I stream Carti
Bitches tryna act like they own me
Drugs all night because you left me
Now your lips are replaced by
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