Lyrics:
ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit
kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, Beenie Man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where the muddy Mississippi might
rare rate. That's right! They're both much more rare than diamonds.
Also, moissanite (which costs a couple hundred bucks per carat) was first discovered
Mi weigh one hundred an' forty five pound
Dis a one have to be the talk of the town
Say, I know any gal cyaan go model with mi
Say, I know any gal
we a push wid a pretty gal by my side
Ghetto man born neva nice, struggle every day we a work hard just to survive
System no care if we die, set down
know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal [undecipherable]
[Ice-T]
If you niggas don't know you should know by now
Ice got more
don't we swing by Indiana?
Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland
('Cause I gotta see my baby)
Hey, can I hitch a ride
she ever gone leave me
She see my swag suh shi pree mi
Pass mi di keys like Beenie
Sim simma
The gal dem in ah
Full fashion designer
And you know seh mi
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
a Trailerload with Shabba
More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada
So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man
Get on the mic and won't ya show
of straps
Liccle man yuh love talk, me no want no part of that
Fat pussy gal me fuck, only one gal me love
God see me shining dog, shining from above
Gangsta
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
puppet-body home
For I done that one hundred times before
Uh, it's one hundred times or more
And why should ah dress his wounds?
When he has wounded my
everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this form the tile up,
smoke, the wickedest ting
Gal dem know it's, the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them
something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes
You need
Produced by: TREETIME
Skit Vocal by: MC F.Port/PlanZ普兰兹一
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: 郭子翊/瑞
MC F.Port’s Intro:
Damn, man, yo, gimmie the mic, man
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you
(underhand)
All softballs, all bases covered man (man)
More trucks (more trucks), more bucks (more bucks)
More freaks (more freaks), more butts (more butts)
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
to have rules, not lulus,
Never have I seen a man run that fast,
I'm surprised that he never done a poo poo (fart noise),
Oi donut, dickhead beenie man's
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