Lyrics:
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
Tryna knock me down like you threw a late hit
YK don't got time, I'm making all these songs lit
Rapping on track 'bout how I got this gold
Yeah it's
I just ran around on 'em
100 meter round on 'em
I just ran around on 'em
Gold medal up on my neck, yeah
I just ran around on 'em
400 around on 'em
I
Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop
the gold relish
(And the gold relish)
Yeah
I'ma go get it (What?)
I'ma go get it, yeah
Go get a check and I go get a bag
And I fuck on lul shorty I smack
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
dreaming that I see the gleaming
Down in the dark deep underground
Well it's nearly two years since I left my own mother
For adventure and gold by
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
The world at my sneakers,
Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features,
Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Came on the scene at 19
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
his murder case
I used to jam Run D.M.C
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers,
cream, now its platinum and golds
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Mystikal
Without no business
its over for you before you get out the door
what the fuck
And you know lighting up the b foreal
Yeah
Then dat Michael Myers come out
You heard me
Imma let You niggas Know Tho
I aint just on no singing on da album
Contraception- Fuck it if I get screwed
By myself wit no aids I'll infect'em
Aye
Waving a weapon, I was raised by a parent
Who was Raised by a reverend straight
5 White boys do my taxes ain't talking N Sync
Brothers and my gang we on go all in sync
You done dropped an album after album
nigga it stinked
Plays
got these bills that keep growing all the curves life throwing still working after closing
Raise my kids all by my lonely even tho they think I'm phony
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
the lane with nobody else next to it
Ain't get here by myself, lot of help next to it
Word to chilly chill, that's myself let's do it
1St and 15 ent, FNF
I gave you money, power, respect, cars and gold
Made you a star, platinum cards, scar up your foes
Had your back, through it all, my love never
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
under my arm
Smoke charm and learn about this world's ?
Revelation the world cooks
I spit gold versus the pearl hooks
The first album made the world
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