Lyrics:
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
that man?
c'mon Vurs, man you my favorite MC, next to me
Cause these MCs are losers! (crumbs!)
They just some wannabe bunch of me broken boosers (bums
class no more."
What's on my mind is a bum eating out the trash
Asked for a quarter, I kicked him in his dusty ass
What's on my mind is "I hope" he said,
[Scotty Edge]
Well it's Brooklyn Bums
Well it's the dirty birds
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn won't go back on our words
Cause' we're pissing
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side
He gives me a place to go when things get bleak
He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
the isolated ones
We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Fire surrounds, searing flames lick, skin and hair bum,
human flesh burning sweet, now sauteed meat, cooked alive
Die by fire, painful death,
Responsibilities and obligations
Easy living riding high
I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out
I never wanted more than what's already
Albert was a man
Took kids by the hand
He had too much fun
He touched their little bums
He lit fires up his ass
Made him cum real fast
He
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga
I'm from B-R-double
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
hy's 'n sport
As he signs his bum Kankowski, said I'm never gonna stort
Jan Jan Jan is die soul van die span
Waiting for his turn to gooi Jan's stick
WEAK, WONT POP OUT ON ME
BITCH IM SHOOTING 1ST SO U CAN NEVER UP ON ME, THEY WISHING DEATH ON ME
PUSSY ASS HOE I GOT THE CHECK ON ME, NEVER CATCH ME BY
guy
Don't like dumb guys
You bum, why do you act so shady
Like Ray-Bans in a black hole
Lonely old hag with a cat
God you're so (so) annoying
So corn
And a clip gon' slip thru the lips of her bum
I'm a empty the shit when I’m gettin my nut
Tavis on the block goin stupid buff
Stop Guy on the block goin stupid
Nobody tells me what I'm going to be
The choice is mine and that you got to see
A poet, a doctor, a bum out on the street
Or maybe I’ll be the friend
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Nie oczekuj żeby zaraz mieć kwit zwolnij
Wpierw musisz opanować jak mistrz formę
„Elo Qm porwać chcę tłum tu bum
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