Lyrics:
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
second album
One dozen melodies to listen
Include this number
Keeping in company
Well, hoping that this record sells
Singing by our wishing well
hail Mary I was way to thrown
I was Tarzan raised by gorillas and the beasts
High on them trees when I gorilla'd the beast
Then that truth came hit me
lean all the lean, already way too screwed up
Was way too gone, I was way too cold
Fifty yard Hail Mary I was way too thrown
I was Tarzan, raised by
So AlexdaKid and KidinaKorner checking me out daily
My latest album making waves already
Check me out I’m Number One in New Releases Baby
Headed
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
me to a sip
Of sangria, Zambia, camera cameo hand me a handful of hips
A stamina stampede of happily happenings dabbling into obli-
-Vion, neon, be
We're doing a sequel,
We're back by popular demand.
Come on everybody, strike up the band!
We're doing a sequel,
That's what we do in
strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
With the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin' cameos
In liquor store cameras with the twin
When a bitch got a boyfriend
I hit block like James
Durag on the album cover
Bitch
Cause we making that wave
Amazon prime myself to the top
Cause you
angry
Plus they don't really see me
I only pop in a cameo, Stan Lee
But she still got my number handy
'Cause she know there's only one Frandie
The last
whip the foreign whip out the auction
First album, need a grammy though
Cam in Hollywood getting cameos
I don't do no talkin
I don't do no talkin
I
Does she like your music nigga I don't know
Finna two frame like a counterblow
This ain't YouTube or a cameo
Yeah I gotta fuse like Im piccolo
Gotta
droppin' dimes like a bad assist
Tell the management to have the cameras flick
I'm walking in on a tv show
No cameo when I channel in
Kundalini flowing
Bin dein neuer Cameo
Komponiere auf ei'm Dildo. Äh, meine natürlich mein Cello
Bestelle mir ein Cappuccino. In einem Casino
Schöne Männer spiel'n Bongo
complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
and measure planets by parallax
Check out the retrograde motion, kill the notion
Of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation
I feel like Rockwell,
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
when you so thin tight
jean got that cameo on show thin g string make a nigga
go in came all by yourself
brought no friends well what you never tell for
We're doing a sequel
We're back by popular demand
C'mon on everybody, strike up the band
We're doing a sequel
That's what we do in Hollywood
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