Lyrics:
the urge, to get busy
Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted,
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
5 mics
Hook
J.R. Writer:
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill
you know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alehze
Keep you by my side, I would never leave you stranded
I just wanna see you excel like spreadsheet
Fuck your ex-boyfriend, that man is a deadbeat
She get
jingle, dangle
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bo jangles
(Here is something you can't understand)
Tell me y'all, who's the man?
Who's the man?
(The
And I'm feelin cock strong
Like He-Man, so who I be man?
You call me sick but you're the one that's
Tongue kissin your girl
After she sucked my dick
Playin
cold month[01:37.09]With new relationships[01:38.64]There is often times[01:39.73]A moment of miscommunication[01:41.56]Or radio silence[01:43.28]You
Next thing you know the cops out
Who sending shots now?
All that pressure bout your hoe is dead
She wasn't at my apartment, just a neck
Can't give 2 fuck
fighter
Who don't know who she is, he don't know who she is.
Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss,
Have you softly gone to winter?
Here I've brought you
a surprise or two
See, practice helps me at my best, don't worry, it's cool
Justice, aka, young greatness in disguise, I'm blessed
What even is greatness? I'm
label is
A disfunctional family (family)
And then you try to hate on me
'Cuz I'm straight blowing up
I'm banging on your bitch ass and two
O's is what I'm
is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
All a nigga really want is you
All a nigga want is you
Who can hit it more faster
I'm
a clit
I Robb you and make you squirt
This is orgasm from a thief
some one will murder me I’m like yah ? Who? (Yahoo) I’m really hungry bring the G
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
horse stall
Your echelons and your excellence
The feasts you feed spare no expense
You turned away all those who seek
You prayed your prayer but don't let
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
Ohhhh!
Verse Two: Vinnie
My radio believe me, I like it loud
I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd
And if you want to find
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
to save us from it now?
The revolution's put on mute
And soulless songs now constitute
Every time you stick it to the man
Your voice is drowned out by
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's
got is my love for the radio
See omo me I’m barely sober
Girl are you coming over
Let me work you out let me stretch it out
Rock your bum like
All I'ma say is I love y'all who rock with me
I love y'all who took care of me
I love y'all who fucking drove me from New York to Boston to do
Radio
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