Lyrics:
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Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met
In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
the cutest one of them all
Then we walked down the midway till we saw a crowd
And the man said try your skill
Five shots for a quarter, make a duck hit
the cutest one of them all
Then we walked down the midway till we saw a crowd
And the man said try your skill
Five shots for a quarter, make a duck hit
Over in the meadow
In a pond in the sun
Lived an old mother duck
And her little duck one
"Quack!" said the mother
"Quack!" said the one
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
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
you a play better make you a move
Remember I was clowning back when I was in school
Ain't going like a hoe can't play me like a fool
Did my own thing
the cutest one of them all
Then we walked down the midway till we saw a crowd
And the man said try your skill
Five shots for a quarter, make a duck hit
Oh! five shots crashed and the five ducks splashed
An' the man gave me a Kewpie doll!
I said, "gimmie a doggie or a teddy bear
Or a high school
Five little ducks so fluffy and fine
Went “quack quack” waddle waddle all in a line
The sixth little duck right at the back
Was different from
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
living
Passing me by
Ohh baby ohh baby when I get high
Yeah
They would diss him every single time
I was just chilling
Paid em no mind
They was just living
living
Passing me by
Ohh baby ohh baby when I get high
Yeah
They would diss him every single time
I was just chilling
Paid em no mind
They was just living
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
Fuckin' they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch
From the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time
Up in they, bitch
the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds
a dumb fire
This is cool G. Rap the Principal of the new school
Cause I play it cool
Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud
Turn me up
smarter than an Akademiks (big hatin')
This for all bullshit blogs tryna play with my image (how)
If I looked this shook I probably would duck in these
to
School for theater i took
Four years of my life and
Devoted it to theater
I did that because my passion was
Acting when I started rapping, i
Felt like I
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue.
with one girl and five dudes
Best crew in the D, niggas best move
All you niggas gun sleep and your vest used
Niggas bluffin, bore me, nothin for me
for infinity
Can he be incarcerated by the limits
Stuck, they can't function
Caught up in the scrimage
This game called life only lasts minutes
Once you
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