Lyrics:
(They dribble on my balls in the whip, now that's a sports car)
Dog, you gotta see him when he drive by
(Cock-eyed) Have all the Ladys goin' GaGa
Me?
ways to hide that pain
I kinda wish I drove a pickup
Or maybe a Harley guy just like Jack
Hanging at the body shop, oil on my jeans
Smoking with all
Let me tell you a story from way back,
truck on down and dig me, Jack,
there's Big Moe, little biddy Moe, four eyed Moe, No Moe,
Look at brother,
just can't hide
If you seek the truth, the truest kid you'll find
So trace your tracks a fact's a fact
Three aces one king and a one eyed jack
You
without that fortunate
I really brought up all you
Kids just like an orphanage
Try to buck or jack, we tear 'em up like
"Where that storage is?"
Hit 'em
wit a man's dead body
Somebody shoulda known betta, dog
O.G.'s on the loose
And we gettin' 'bout our hog
y'all niggas slangin' dope
Should expect
to feel alive
All those numbers flashing on the screen
Three million dead for ratings green
But now Jack says we don't worry about it
Why don't you let it
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard
it in three days and thought about starky comics
My gills call the east river rock bottom home in three eyed guppies and sea horses mutations
See
my dogs ain't only barkin' (woof)
Y'all better beware of us
Jump if you really want it (jump)
You'll catch one in yo' stomach (yeah!)
When you
of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
stand
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Is all it takes to get me by
Fool my belly till the day I die
Cold dog soup and rainbow pie
Ginsberg
(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull
Let me tell you a story from way back,
Truck on down and dig me, Jack,
There's Big Moe, little biddy Moe, four eyed Moe, No Moe,
Look at brother,
the strength of army
That's not my fault
But if I can't swim where they drowning
It's cause I'm flawed
With that guilt I'm staying grounded
For all my dogs
I'm
again and again
From the U.S. seas I shift ki's, a hundred and twenty plane rides
Multiplied by Gs, eighty-seven point three million in a matter
Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
So yes, yes, y'all (yes, y'all, y'all)
You know we never stop we never rest, y'all (rest, y'all, y'all)
The Black Eyed Peas'll keep it funky fresh,
topic
My ride is matte black
My pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum
topic
My ride is matte black
My pride is that jack
It might get ya dog shot, even a cat smacked
Anyway though, styles don't apply to me
Jeff Goldblum
your t3i, Four eyed motherfukers couldn't see these guys
I tell em see these nuts, and they replied that cd's nuts
Pause
Step back cause the man here,
Apollo (Pollo)
Hardest pill for me to swallow (Swallow)
Giant step for man today (Day)
Ten toes by tomorrow (-Morrow)
I built the boat that's in the bottle
we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster
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