Lyrics:
say about my rap career
Til '96 came niggas I'm here
Good-bye
Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until
child's play
Just killed another career it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you and Amb' should ménage Friday
Pink wig,
frontin' like you friendly?
Why did you fear that, held my career back?
Kick it like air max, I don't wanna hear that
'Cause now I see-see-see-see all
we learned more than we earned
When we got paid by Cash
Then came the time when our career
Demanded that we go
And through some tears we all
to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I
the law and the act,
And all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
The bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
to pursue careers in Hip-Hop.
Meet Rob Quarters, a 62-year-old air personality from WZZZ in Bus County Georgia.
I was granted the opportunity to holla
we learned more than we earned
When we got paid by Cash
Then came the time when our career
Demanded that we go
And through some tears we all
to fantasize
Fact I despise, those who even try
Sweat between my thighs {*sniff*} never stinking
Yo dream is over, career sinking
I told all of you, like I
Dream-dancing
Oh, what a lucky windfall
Touching you, clutching you
All the night through
So say you love me, dear
And let me make my career
Dream-dancing
it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year
to understand
Bringin me drama is a handstand in quicksand
I've been hot so long, I'm immune
Your rap career get cut short like Poom-Pooms
[Chorus]
heist of our career
We're wanted men-we'll strike again!
But first let's have a beer.
(Chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we
Dream-dancing
Oh, what a lucky windfall
Touching you, clutching you
All the night through
So say you love me, dear
And let me make my career
Dream-dancing
Control, now I'm all grown up, ooh
Free at last
Out here on my own
Ooh ooh ooh yeah, hee
Now control this
Uh control, that's right
Control, career
from the back.
On top of that,
the bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year, maybe next year
Maybe next year
you up
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage
And woke my sleeping demons up
You were not yet born
When my career began in '59
rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns
Well, maybe next year
Dream-dancing
Oh, what a lucky windfall
Touchung you, clutching you
All the night through
So say you love me, dear
And let me make my career
Dream-dancing
career, I just gotta stop
Stop and turn around to thank everyone that sits on the stand?
Cause I wouldn't have made it without them, here's to the band!
daddy's farm
Mae Jean run back home with me
This wicked cities bound to do us harm
Now all this time I helped you with your promising career
I never
say about my rap career
Til '96 came niggas I'm here
Good-bye
Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until
judge a nigga off of the shit that you hear
Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career
To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah
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