Lyrics:
The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by
The end of the week
She simply said, "No", labelled me a ho
I said
"How you figure?" "My friends told me so"
I
I got a big brown black box by my bed
I got a lot of things clackin' in my head
I got a big box by my bead
I got a big foot just for you
I got a big
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
By-product of when 'Massa'ruled your life
Spreading babies everywhere
Couldn't think,couldn't care
But you can now
You can,you can
C'mon and man up
Damn
bouta get big
Got big money
A Big blunt what im smoking
Ay big ups to my big ballers
keep big rims keep rolling
Going big foot got a bad bitch with a big
Big lies
I love your big lies
Tell me big lies
Big lies
Damn them brown eyes
Tell me big lies
Once upon a time there was a girl
Cute little girl
Had
Ay, yo, Fury
Man, I swear to God, we be makin' these bangers in this motherfucker
Live from Oxford, Mississippi, you feel me
I don't think they ready
to creep
I'm tryin' to reach this girl Monique, her screen name is Chyna Doll
She's light brown with big thighs, and standin' five foot seven tall
If she
to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I want to know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I want to know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
controlled by remote?
Oh, Calling duppy conqueror
I'm the ghost catcher
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka
Take your chance, prove yourself,
Can’t be recreated
Beautiful black skin brown sugar to Molasses
Jealous cuz they can’t have it
Without us they can’t imagine uh
Beautiful black child
With
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
How about you, man?
[Male voice]
Yo, let me tell you somethin, gee
If they ain't lying they tryin to do some other - wildness
[Big Daddy Kane]
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaa, yeah
Wooh, wooh, wooh
I told myself I was gone have to stop playing with y'all man
I don't know what
nigga)
And they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door but still hustlin' for more
Check in the game man back in the light (yeah)
I'm
nigga)
And they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door but still hustlin' for more
Check in the game man back in the light (yeah)
I'm
nigga)
And they give me the love I need (yeah)
I got my foot in the door but still hustlin' for more
Check in the game man back in the light (yeah)
I'm
long and lean and brown
Pulls up to the curb beside me and rolls their window down
A man throws me a dollar and I asked him what's that for
A pack
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
god damn thats a big fat ass!"
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trip,
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick!
Joe C., I'm a crazy hick, down
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