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of straight stupid, straight ignorant dope funky stuff for ya, baby
So turn up your radio and get down to the Tung Twista
Kick it, gee
Let the Cavalier Tung
your career crash like a lead zeppelin
I'm eager to Bob Seger the Jimmy Page
My Eddie Van Halen talent
Gon' get me Eddie money and bring me pay
Michael
Ya best upthreat 'cause it gets better yet
I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent
So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA)
What
livin - the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell - HOT!
Get a life, now they gon' sell
Then I might catch you
made it eventually
Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin
coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
feeders,
Snooze while we Night moves like Bob Seger
It's off the meter if you measure the joy
We pull the lever on this beat to watch your pleasure deploy
Cocaina
Bob ya head on some Seger
The night moves with ya speaker
Just let the flow the aroma float in ya nose
Be like notes in a ravaged dome
Looking
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said this gone be
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
I would've waste ya time, whew not right now
Bet money from the first single I dropped
I done tripled that kink in my neck by now
Out chea pumpin dat
want to take his life,
But the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello,
(Now you see me, the murderer)
[Bizzy Bone]
Sawed-off pumpin
', and slobbin', and droolin'.
Nothin's pumpin'; who do you think ya foolin'?
Tommy Tucker, the neighborhood sucker;
What you oughtta do... is pick up a tempo
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I
on a heart attack
A fella never can tell
And I'm about to go bananas
With the "when ya comin' back?"
So we're hittin' the road
And we're pumpin' thunder
the synonyms
All we do is win
Finna get the game murdered
These pussy niggas can’t hurt us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
(Tem watch egg! Tem proud parent!
Come visit Tem Shop, get best deal)
Dats Temmie! Dat is also Temmie
Down here, everybody is Tems!
(Except Bob! Isn't
the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthafuckas went in bad choppas
I still got 'em, that nigga begged for his life
master plan
'Cause I'm the super duper "Trooperman"
Yea mythical get physical
So here we go
Fell the soul and flava
Flow down to ya embryo
Blaoo! My
on the mic!) It takes you all higher
My momma (push) said "girl, you know it ain't cool (get on)
Said ya don't want to play by nobody's rules"
I said "Momma
made by the paid down to the poor
Here to explain what the hell the underground is fighting for
If you in it for the passion better get to grasping
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
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