Lyrics:
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
vickin
Flows and echoes, that sound exact
But you're rhymin in circles, and you ain't sayin jack
So take it in stride, by the way I'm still the same
First
bring it I'm callin y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
it I'm callin' y'all
You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
we gotta chop
It up to get the best version, so just)
Take all your favorite holidays
You know, I feel like in
Martin Luther King Day
For his dream
I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time
Oldsmobile dark blue
Interior too
Silver trim
Sharp with it
Like a Jimmy Choo
Step off you knockoff
Ok here’s what I’m a do
Take flight
Got them wings out
You
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
surprised what you can do to a person without ever laying a hand on them...
Of course, laying hands creates demons of its own... know what I mean?
cre you
I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that tend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time
Somewhere Dude; Ho!)
I Know That Out There Theres A Few
(Put Ya Hands Up Ladies; Yea Man)
See I've Been Searching I Don't What To Do
Can You Help Me?
(Uh)
She
got no beef, but I’ll still take a beat a bury it
My success is on the low and I do it by myself
No help for me son, I got a weapon in my belt
Pull
of LP's
Now you walking around thinking you're the man
Cause you bought a little suit from Dapper Dan
But so what? You still ain't dapper
Holding
to tell
What's wrong, what's right
You don't know what you felt
It's back, heart attacks when you wake
If you think it's hard to stay sane
Then you don't
GOOD GOD (OD)
Yeah yeah
What It do my man
Good God
Yea just cooking it up
(You know what I'm sayin)
You know what I'm sayin
(Yeah)
Yeah
GOOD GOD I
parenthood, I know you'll be good at it
Oh, almost forgot to do something, thank my father too
I actually learned a lot from you
You taught me what not to do
it's bloods or crypts
And the drama riffs
Got me going me fatal
Glenn Close my wrist
OOOhh
So what you going do
What you going do when they come for you
the way you are (just the way you are)
Gotta move precise, do you got what it takes to be with a star? (With a star)
Tried to make her take a Range Rover,
in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in
in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
[Hook: ReaAnnotatelly Doe]
You muh'fuckers better do your job and roll up, and watch how we roll up
An', I can't control it cain't hold it, it's so
new hat?
Yes, I can do this!
Donald Trump, black version
Maybe that's what you need
A man that fulfills your every wish
Your every dream
Donald
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