Lyrics:
buckle kids used to jock
Public Enemy came out, I had the clock
My favorite jam was by Big Daddy ain't no half steppa
My mic sounds nice check 1-2 by
shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
don’t need the leg space
Fuck it
Shit we need a few more though bring at least two more four seaters
Pack em wit a bunch of j lo’s no jeters
Bout to hit
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
it's understood
I'll be by her side
Call it ride or die
Ohh, oh
Change it up
Un, two, don
Alright
She's got me right where she wants me
Life's better
just a bonus-jam
Best week of my life, that far, I owe to you
North Sea Jazz in Rotterdam
So thank you for a funky time inside a zoo
North Sea Jazz in
Like you was a squirrel (squirrel)
Lay me on the bed (bed)
Tongue between my legs (legs)
OOh you got me shakin',
I grip you by your head
You naughty,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
got him on six liters of o2
He's bleeding from his right leg
Sir hold on
We're gonna help you out okay
Ya feel like you're drowning don't you (Uh)
Ya
worship me) (Repeat 2x)
I don't play with skinny legs and the water head
Time after time you don't know what I'm thinking when I come
Into your studio
and half snap ya
Kodak moments I capture, like an escaped
Convict, Pearl Harbor, bomb shit
Handle be I, on some calm shit
I can't get enough of it,
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
Five four three two one
Ok I guess you high again
You tell me you love my vibes
You beg me just to sing again
I can tell you really like me
By
probably love you all your life I love you all night, girl
I love an all white pearls
Six with the two pipes barrel kit
I love to get it cracking in your
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
Back when MC Ren and Yella
Ice Cube, Dre and E were better
Off without that thieving fella
I just tell her
I need that even flow no Pearl Jam bro just
a couple thats a common offense
Some like peanut butter spread others berry jam,
Some like to have to have they knees spread by another man (is it true)
Its
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
but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this
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