Lyrics:
a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin' on them bitches like Birdman
Roll
'til I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing)
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
I if I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
these passing cars
Put my grave down there
If I'm gonna be faded by love
I think I could really get used to here
Nah I don't want be bothered by all these
stop Wea I'm at, I wnt make my task
All the fiends turn demons when they see that flask
Tenfold,I'm in the zone,laws never get pass
Won 3 like wade, felt
Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags--gutta, gutta
Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters
enough to be with it.
All in fun and games and keeping it cool,
But my, my, when you're kicking it, time flys by;
'Cause every hour's a minute,
enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it cool
But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
Cause every hour's a minute, and every
the mums or something Shoulda never played by the gun ting
I do gang shit like a real bitch You do pig shit, just squeal bitch
You're plastic, I'm on real
I just need a bitch who suck dick While I smoke weed, that's it
If we get stopped by the pigs, tuck this She with the dumb shit, I swear I love it
1) PIG PEN
Bury yourself in all the filth (love to smell each others shit)
Lay in bed live with yourself (fuck all pigs burn in hell)
Serve
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
A mule is
Better that I should drive a wheelchair or jog
Than to be blown off by a Regal Road Hog
I am the Emperor of the Highway
(Where did you ever get that
tissue
In order to get protein"
Gimme the kale, gimme the celery
Gimme some spinach, how bout some broccoli
I was a menace, now I'm in love with me
Until
same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Pull up in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign car
Pull up in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign in a foreign car
Pull up in a foreign
car, late one night
It was some time back in late '83
Benny Blanco was his name and he came round to tea
He made his excuses and went to the bog
Xain
Remember I saw a Google preview car in the morning light a summer time summertime Thompson and Southville Southville the little bill gotta pay all
we deal
Boys fight, men kill, get they money and chill
Real recognize real; I ain't sayin' a word
Doin eighty in the M - that means I'm stayin' in
the safety belts were being worn by persons in the car car
And fitted in a recess going all around the car
Should be strong but tiny lights non glare but yeah
But the Pigs on the other
Hand get no respect, like
"Here they come in the Police Car"
Abuse the P to the O to the W-E-R
Pull over them runners that
with a quarter
Came T block that's when Courtney caught ya
Banged in your eye then you ran for your life
What a prick
Watch Fris get mad with this guy
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