Lyrics:
Lyrically, I'm drivin' drunk how I'm swervin'
In and out of genres, I ain't pop or urban
I'm my own category, you can
Call that shit purpose, listen
I need
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
Brown
This is the Top Twenty as compiled for the
BBC by the British Market Research Bureau
Five, four, three, two, one
We have lift off!
on this time that we borrowed
My voice Selma
Blacklist to Black market
We the young and the lawless
Still a limit to love
I Look at family different
off his shine
Fifty racks to be a boxer in his bar brawls
Opponents got punch drunk flimsy doing the bar crawl
He chose baseball playing in the major
mad nights of mature impurity
Like an aged wine getting the best of me
Disorderly conduct done with such grace
The way I rub my semen all over her
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
Big bang take lil' bang fuck what you damn think
Gettin' to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring
Disorderly conduct I could really give a fuck
[Bad Azz]
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
up negro
70's men with vices, heavily pay the prices
If I was a drunk would you hold me baby
If I was a gambling man would you hold me baby
If I was
When you see her
You will know her
By her black raven hair
Her big doe eyes
And her reckless debonair
Oh, please
When you see her
You go pour that
mandatory that I black out the whip
These tings help me blend when carryin' sticks
I hit the market town shottin' twenties for tens
Of course, there's
I'll be drunk by tomorrow on a plane
Yeah I'll be drunk by tomorrow on a plane
So baby run run away
Run away
Oh baby run run away
Run away
Chasing
from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die
Without health care
Amerikka Eatz Itz Young
Motherfuckers do you feel me?
checks
Gem Star the Regime, Black Market, the movement
Like, look and he deliver, we eatin' your food, man
[Chorus 2X]
[Killah Priest]
It's the Market
Black out drunk yeah
Fucking with the noose
Baby I had to ask it
Yeah, I'm Talking about the casket
Come on, I just wanna know the truth
And what you
Aye bro, finally!
Welcome to the album, Listen Hard Or Disregard
(I'm still drunk) Facts, and we're on our way (Yuh!)
Smoke said the folks throwing
baby ass
Sellin white and smokin green, shiny yellow diamond cream
Time to work no time to play, every day I'm off in yay
Usin cocallina, choosin demi
that's a fact
Me and my whole crew look like the Nets We're dressed in black
And I got my boy Zach He be hella lit
He be hella drunk While he tryna find
Ever drunk as ever baby
Where the Hennessey
Scoob! Salut
Twiztid! Salut
[Chorus]
I’m fillin’ up my Dixie cup
Throwin’ up and I’m liquored up
find (Find!)
We living by what's up (Living by what's up)
They smoke until they high (Smoke until we high)
So we drink until we drunk (Drink until we
They love us like babies, once they get to know us
Your floweress is powerless against me
Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin'
and the black market baby that unwanted baby.
For 50,000 it belonged to the rich
well he didn't like his face,
She said it didn't matter
'cause her husband
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