Lyrics:
folks with the musical heats
I said OK so what you got in mind?
Cuz I'm an old
Schooler like the Land Before Time
Ain't no body about that primitive sxxx
messing with they dead man girl?
That says everything about that man world
Energy transferral, immortality
You against morality, don't come around me
album back, I did y'all hoes a favor (Notorious)
She did you a favor, c'mon now
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (what's his name?)
He is, he is
together
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show
And then I leave without a clue
What do you think
who I paid for
I was never on time but I came tho
You was by my side but I blame tho
Ay I blamed everything out on you that I needed
I tried to say
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction.
satisfaction
we about to blow you a shotgun right through your speakers.
We breathing life back into
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
and march by
Like a flint how fast we let sparks fly
Let it rain let it bang in a cycle like a F5 I bring the pain
For all you skirts still talking tough
You
the pussy, rub the nipple next
Bitch, which is worse? My bark or my bite
You heard about me and now I'm fucking you from dark to the light
You must
let you live and I stand by all my statements
You can keep the clout you seek
I am validated on the pavements
Lost some people on this journey
They say
exposed you
Now that's how you say less
This whole music business is about putting yourselves in a position
To be paid by others
And how much you get paid
about my work ethic
When you don't stay up until 3:07
Working until Track 11
That's when it's time to say "Goodnight"
And you can live your life
But even
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
never even called me by my name
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride
And you don't have to call me Merle
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Benzs out front Howard
Tell me what you know about it
If the watch don't say it
Then the chain shouts it
If seeing is believing
Then you'll never doubt it
[background]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou
(repeats throughout the song)
By this time I see y'all I say
[Chorus:]
I'm hot nigga, it's my turn I wouldn't touch me 'cause my hand might burn
I'm cold you already know you can go by wat you heard
A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell us what kind
watching friends again PLEASE
stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's
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