Lyrics:
Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks
Pull your panties down, take your wig off
Let me see your bald head, that's right
I got you on Kodak, your pictures
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
You can't throw
Yeah, who do you love?
Ah, who do you love?
Now Arlene took a-me by my hand
She said lonesome George you don't understand
Who do you love?
looking for me now
They want to place there guard
Gotta talk slow just
To make them fucking understand
Like an uzi drive
By had to do it really fast
George
engulfed your body and soul
Now from me you lost all respect
Said yo need to put that shit in check
Wanted me to believe that you had tried
But your mind
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
it away
It's just another day in this old town
So get down
Home shopping channel's got us by the eyes
Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain
playin a fiddle
Squad rep gold call em George kittle
Flipping the rifles like we got rivals
Idols they hate me I preach like a bible
Tell em by by then
cheese
See how this shit be turning into Tom and Jerry
You were written in a show hosted by me like Truman Jim Carrey
When I put the lights on you you
I don't know if I can keep it up
Loves got me in a combine
Put me down let the feelings all die
Feel like George I won't dance no more
I got a guilty
the bitches at Gina's they all wanna see me
Put my telephone down for the LAPD
They passed me, I pass them, and they didn't even trip
Now I'm doin' 55 over
This one anticurise
They come Dey call me prof
Oya make I give them home work
Fat belle make we put am for book
For the side na the shovel I Dey toss
If
talking like yo step pops
You baby boys don't make me have to put you in head locks
Father time taught me patience
You see the dreadlocks
But I want some
you're really 'something'
Just like in George's song
Your magic is gunned down
So partner, you just hop along
And all your excuses, your sniffles
to go
I'm by myself I'm all alone but one things for sure
That money love dat money love me that's on my soul
That's on my soul, that's on my soul, put
on tape
Accompanied by Shawn j. with the bid on bait
Put the grid on plate, on the ear or tray
Hot damn it captain Kirk and the Klingons say
You can't
booty one time
Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George
Your booty put a smile on all the boys
Drop that shit, now roll wit it
Drop that shit, now
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
everybody out for me i guess i gotta clutch it
I'm on my knees asking god cut the string cause i'm a puppet
By myself and i ain't care fighting opp's who
if I had a whistle
I'd blow it like a missile
Never give up work work for it
Put it on me I'm good for it
4 by 4 hear the engine roaring
In the Ford
Protests and growin' national outcry continues over the death of George Floyd
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Last night,
to dust, put me in a bottle and drink to us
Take my money that's under the rug
Give it to the losers who are hurt by luck
Ashes to ashes and rust to dust,
or sight
Only to hold'em by they intention
I took a knife and cut the tension
My people that know me
They know that I'm fair
I took the bar
And put it up
watchin me with recorders
My name Christian cooper, a bird connoisseur
Got my life put at risk by a white womans lips
Watchin birds in the trees
Thought she
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