Lyrics:
My pants are relaxed I kick my feet up
No I do not beef I don’t fajita
You reap what you sow pay the stipend
I d her just like my license
Christian
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
Youths weh need some love and prosperity
Instead of broken dreams and tragedy
By any plan and any means and strategy, say
I got to keep on walking
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
pullin
Up my pants like Im hyperballin
Jumpin out the city with a pocket
Full of xans when im hyperballin
Catch me in a bank i be
Cashin my advance like
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
Feel like these lil niggas pastors cause I give these niggas hope
Came dripped in all white thought I was riding with the pope
Fuck me up I seen
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
that run on regular gas.
War love letters and high school sweaters
Beetle boots and bell bottom pants.
Like autumn leaves fallin' from the trees
And all
Invader zim I just pulled up all black tint
Black fendi boots on I got black skin
Black leather pants money keep callin'
She count the dough and she
feeling that bass all down the street
Jumped out the car on 9-0
I was wearing all white Capezio
Had my 501's, five dunkey ropes
Couldn't be saved by
featuring Busta Rhymes
[Busta R.] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official
[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess
[Busta R.] Each
Landing in this jam with man and then began dying
We slegna see dread through these retna's
We beg to be swept up by the blessed head inspecta
But all
then she gotta go
Wanna see me drown, I gotta float
Best believe I get it by the boat
Thirsty bitch, she wanna sit up in it
Had your bitch and she be
at the U.S. Air Force base
And somewhere in the distance, out beyond the setting sun
They will sign a proclamation: Order 1081
Now, we live down by
Owens on my boots on these niggas I step
I turn a brick into five that's easy
Shawty be ready to ride she needy
He got no one by his side he greedy
Lil
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog through the back of the building, drop the L
Got
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
to the studio shinin
They say I got rent on my feet
Dolce Gabbana my belt
Buscemi my boots and my backpack
I did it all by myself
The same ones who hated, they
a manifestation
Nature made it answer the call
It simply can't resist
Boots and pants like this
Abracadabra for all
Glad that's over, but this is worse
Roll
I was born much too early ' surely, surely prematurely|But I already knew that I wanted more by the time the placenta hit the floor||And it wasn't
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