Lyrics:
she thick (she thick)
Five foot five, hazel eyes, Redbone you the shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit,
At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters
Whose eyes are black eggs really
Upon a long
she thick (she thick)
Five foot five, hazel eyes, Redbone you the shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit,
she thick (she thick)
Five foot five, hazel eyes, Redbone you the shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit,
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
thick, yes indeed
Five foot five, hazel eyes, redbone, you da shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit, kinky
thick, yes indeed
Five foot five, hazel eyes, redbone, you da shit
Make a nigga wanna stop and stare, I just wanna pull your hair
Freaky shit, kinky
get two tries
Die if you try to
You trippin' like a gangsta that's
Piru wearin' sky blue
I know a guy who hand missin'
Before a gram of rock to use
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
and a limo
And though he'd phoned ahead to that Number Two
Cussin' an' fussin' an' turnin' blue
We'd always end up with two Datsoons and a Pinto
Now Milton
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
bunned by a younger
Take breath and soul with that pumper
Give man a donut hole in that jumper
Hide food and teeth at that girl's crib
Blue foot baby
got the whole city high
St. Louis peoples can't cooperate without (Without)
St. Louis po-pos want to stop me but I doubt (I doubt)
[Chorus x2
Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch
Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish
Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch
Big
fucking hurts IT REALLY FUCKING HURTS I punch myself as I’m thinking… (Rap Count 1) 1. 2. Fire on you 3. 4. Burnin’ what for 5. 6. No fire wicks 7. 8.
you failed to run it by me
Fuck a nine to five we in studios
The goons got blowers that will knock you out your Louis clothes
I don't got the time
eye mold nerd geek, with a cold heart
Probably still be speaking in rhymes
As an old fart
Study how to eat to die, by the pizza guy
No he's not too fly
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
I'm givin em blues, cuz i hail from st. louis
Where niggas keep drums, n ain't playin no music
They ringin yo bell, ova bails, constitution
Don't set
cause that shit is lethal
(Lethal)
So I just drove
Took my foot off on a pedal I'm in cruise control
I might lose control as the years go by
Life is
Storm's brewin in the sky
I can see the darkness behind his eyes, he bit my uncle in the foot, hit him with a left
Hook, stomp him in the head, he
at one time and heard 5 ahh's
I just looked at my man's high as hell and saw 5 eyes
Trying to use the stove to make it cook faster I cut up the eyes
Pay
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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