Lyrics:
"Find out which species of rodent is the most flammable"
OK
"Let's see what fun crafts we can make using only a chainsaw
And Regis Philbin"
Yeah!
So how
only a bill
(Yo yo yo, La, chill
The Nature wanna hear some of that
Up-to date, New Swing stuff)
Aight, I got you, here we go one more time
(Kick it)
We miss you, a'yo Kato
A'yo K', let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say thank
By listening to Lo-Fi right?
Well you came to the place
Where you are welcomed
You are not alone
In fact
This album’s just for you
So make yourself
drops we be copping
Spend a lil extra like toppings
Album soon dropping (drop)
Me and the squad on the come up
We'll fight your ass if you run up
But you
How I flow, how I get down, where I go
Maybe what I been through, will send you
Somewhere, other then where, dreams all out the window
I love my
get down, where I go (What!)
Maybe what I been through will send you somewhere other than (Where?)
Dreams go out the window, I love my people, all
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
shit
You'll wanna have money to get it, out of self-talk
I'm gonna have to kick you out of the world, black and blue face uh
A glass, of wine
but I already know that you're bluffing
How you gon' do that to me
And I thought you was my dog, now you gon' tell me to go kick the bucket
Fuck it, I'm
[Chorus:]
I'm hot nigga, it's my turn I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold you already know you can go by wat you heard
just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers, got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Behind the wall action
Barely
reason
You wanna buy a CD, I’m selling it
Go to the radio give out
The phone line number
Niggas in Brooklyn are belling it
The grime sound I’m spreading it
and
To say you're right, you can
Hope for a better life
You can do it differently
Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage
About the people who shot her son
I'm
the wave, yeah
She used to play, yeah
Now she on my face, yeah
You in or you out
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is a gang
This is
on God
Give me time, I'm trying to find
Peace of mind, it's hard to find
Get the bag, it's all mine
I'm a monster, by design
I don't kick it with
Or just kick back and see the way I play my cards
Yeah, okay I'm back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques, now watch it glisten
The badest
Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it
Off a little somethis like this, we got
straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off
up now I'm working
Got the spot dancing it's twerking
Come and get you some grams no searching
Bring that shit to your town car service
Imma sell out
started
I ain't bothered with that nonsense
You can miss me with that gossip
BSM before the the squad shit
block one ten is where it started
Bust it out
a kick a fram
'til the lamb to the other lamb, now you're spastic
I've never made a movie in my life
But if wesley snipe, he guarentee to take your life
Imma loner nigga wanna I kick it by myself
Wanna see my momma rich
And I wish all my patnas health
They my brothers till the end
I'm steady rolling
failures way better than I ever handled success
And I let you boys be the loudest, holdin' my 44
From '94, on my retro kick before I let you let go clips
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