Lyrics:
it is
Then you take a flight back to the crib, y'all make love like college kids
And you say all the shit you gon' do better, we can try this shit
You learn the meaning of this word
Wisdom, is the word
To feel the pain, is to find the key
Wisdom, is the word
Boy, you've got to find it for your
the deluxe bitch
(CHOLo, this the deluxe bitch)
Keep it coming, I just made 2 mil in 1 hit
You blinded by some government run shit
Keep 'em dumb then
(Keep
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
Told Miss Harris, it was too late to stop and too late to quit,
I was lovin' that pussy (Uhhh), while she was lovin' this dick.
(don't quit)
I
mouth, they blab with rumors, lies, and war
Industry is so fake, I'ma even the score This rap shit is my bitch, we makin' porn
Rockin' to the top, tie me
Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than
why'mind yet, 'bouts de mammy o' yo' dreams?
Harry:
You bet! I've waited all my life for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I could submit myself
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right!
y'all could suck a dick
Eat my whole fucking ballsack, man
This industry is fucked up
The wildest shit is I'ma say this, man
This whole industry is
the ceilings
With traumas that I'm still healing
This ship never stops steering
This is my soul speaking
This is my truest self revealing
Still I'm searching
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
Trey Stax
Stick em up Stax
Yea ummm
Can't tell you what I'm finna be
But I'm from Hyde Park ten a key
I mastermind this industry
Now cut the check
know, with your flow, when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well I think
know, with your flow, when you're out getting by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well I think
and your kind, because our kind is the best kind!
Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen,
Goes Without Saying
Written by Tarramazz ‘T-Mazz' Harris
Produced by Tarramazz ‘Bennett Bricks' Harris
Come fly wit us the paper keep us fired
favourite. Now, music television was released over in the
United States before we got it on cable or satellite which is now happening in England. And uh, this
popped in your ezzye
Watch me do this
You take a ass whoopin like Brutus
My rhymes will sound like Buddah, like Olive Oil is skinny and Whimpee
Sea
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in
only hanging by a thread
It's like I've got a gun to my head
This industry is killing me
How many people do I have to please?
I'll just stay in
line
Bout my business mind, mine
Cause on that clock ain't no rewind
23 years out in the street
3 years in this industry
Spit that gospel for the ghetto
Virgil dropped some Louis with that off white
I'm just not that type of guy to be blinded by the lights
I'd just rather have some Givenchy, not a good time
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