Lyrics:
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on
Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop
[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang
Changed my identity from sinner to no name
Gave my soul flame
Now it's nothing but Gospel
Whenever I flow man
From Philly to the mid-west right thurr
My mic
when I have to be it again
Writing all these lines
But you probably won't see half of 'em
Bring it all the way back to the green eggs and ham
Diving
Hallelujah
Preach the gospel in the streets, yeah that's how I reap
Preach it in the nation yeah I reap what I sow
I gotta tell the truth there's
put a hit on they best friend
But ain't that the way it go? Either that or a raggedy ho
Or a rat-ass nigga with a rat-ass wife, workin' for them
fulfilling fictions
That everything is perfect just the way it is
Sever the tempo, I'm out of tune
I'm a weak willed disaster
Just waiting for doom
Dethrone my
should abide by the constitution
So why do I feel
Marginalized by these institutions
Statisticians tell me that it’s Genocide
Frontline when
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
don't do this for the culture, I do it for Jesus Christ
The only culture I know is the Christian way of life
Anything outside of Christ is not what I'm
BITCHES BY YOUR SIDE
YOU GOT A PILE OF COCAINE
AND DOWN THAT HILL YOU WILL SLIDE
WELL YOU WENT ALL THE WAY UP
BUT SOON YOU'LL BE COMIN' DOWN
CAUSE WHEN I
the train used to rule this country
It used to be the only way to go
But we've left the engineer behind these days
We think we've found a better way to go
But
Hey, i thought i told you motherfuckers.
Not everyones made for the streets that is why,
They made the sidewalks for you to walk by.
Homie i was
from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
this unawareness
Mad scholastic bring back boom bap
Shit verbal gymnastics when I attack this
Weak it's plastic fake like the
Glass shit way too
fifteen hundred Their might greater than mountains high Cursed by the heavens blessed with disease Immortal were their names Riders of the imperial guard
star here
Yeah, yeah
She doing her duty, juicy lips like Trudy
Kissing them by the pair
Big booty she toot it, I call her ass Judy
She grab all
gospel-
O.G, your boy
Been kicking it lowkey
Why they all look so pleased?
Do you even know me?
Smell no money
From the nosebleed
Like coke fiends, oh me
I ain't sticking by the rules but
It weren't worth the sixth
So, I'm spitting till I am hoarse
Turn words to scripts
You can visualise my thoughts
But By His wounds now we are healed
But He was crushed cuz of His will
He’s done us good His plans fulfilled
Man I found this Gospel treasure
It just
Don't need to rob banks with dike broads to Set it
I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest haven
You sat by
Started this aim and until this all over
My foot on the pedal whole way ain't no slowing
Causing a stir apparently the only way
Eyes stay
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