Lyrics:
On and on and on it's more strange
Time to hit the shooting range
Quick with the heater on their hip
Young Jesse James came to test your aim (test it)
I seen you
Jagz!
This thing right here is original
Ey and by the way when you see the red light
You better take caution get up, get out and get money
These niggas
Shoutout Dakari
Shoutout Ed, shoutout Jesse, shoutout The Game
It's like we always do it this time
Just take it to myself like, yeah, uh
I was young, be honest, I was feelin' Muhammad
I ain't even know the strength you had to have to march
You was more than just talk, you the first
colins
When I throw on that boostey
You niggas can't stop slobbing
I'm a pretty young thug and its hotter than ever
Fucking it up so I get paid to do
though
Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Every
and hoop
Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you
Them kids ain't eat yet, so
Cause what you think love is
It's undressing and caressing
Lemme teach you adolescents a lesson
Okay confession, I use to be overly tempted
By that pretty
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—you wann love me like Nelson
I
Oh and we take your ho
Pull up in the Lamborghini with that big 44
Young rich nigga came from
The fucking kitchen
Whippin', whippin', whippin'
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
knockin on the front do
Too comfortable no mo
I told yo ass once before
I’ll say it again so I know you know
This beat made by Khosmo
It’s ya boy with
and hoop
Could've been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain't gettin' back at you
Them kids ain't eat yet, so
me in pocket like
Colin before the kneel
My soul is not profit, I guess
That I'm forced to heel, huh
Food for thought, say grace before the meal
Vacate
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no
My name is William Hollander, as you will understand
I was born in the County of Waterford, in Erin's lovely land,
When I was young and in my prime,
wit me
Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty
Think I throw you grams if you read with me
Just because you see me on the camera with
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
stressing
Party like there’s no consequences
We gotta live while we can
Before death takes us by the hand
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it we’re young
Fuck it
you were here
I remember how it was (what), how it was when you were young (yeah)
Yesterday was so long ago (long ago), Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came
panes of shaded glass,
See the stains of winter's glass?
Can you now return to from where you came,
Try to burn your changing name,
Or with silver
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