Lyrics:
cent on Loud
Slang lord applaud forty eight up on the board
Holdin the stainless plain sword witcha name on it
Lord, burn em, ninety-eight
to walk up, to me Sab and slap us
If I'm not in a flag ship, being jocked by bad chicks
Wearin' gucci bag clips you can give me a ass kick
Sir Daily I stunt
Now they moving my direction, a delay on the field
-The way I was built, swerving on the 110S
Where my peoples stay in the gutter like Oscar the grouch
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Ya sixith sense can't touch my third eye,
Trident can’t
Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.
I’m the Type to go and get It
You know that’s by any
on the floor
When we started on the couch
Niggas oscar da grouch
How they canned in
But we gotta find some beauty
Outta the trash shit
Yeah we gotta find some
probably shouldn'ta worn up in this bright lime
What everybody judging me for? I'll wear what I like!
Maybe you shoulda pulled your sandals off and pants up
climb it
It's a giant, Ima try it
It's very a dark place but I'll buy it
Give it a coat of black paint I can hide it
The rolling stones was carried by
The burdens heavy (The burdens heavy)
Upon my shoulders (It is)
Pain wake me up (Good morning)
I call it Folgers (Hello)
She think I'm hot (She does)
you a grouch
And your whole life trash
They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass
If the clerk don't know his job, he get a right jab
Fell
body and my mental insane
Let it rain
No clouds
I'm a grouch in the crowd by myself Mumbling out the mouth
Smoke another pack and it's back to the gas
your mind
Once the performance is completed seated in the back
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood
Alla that what you too
(Grouch)
Every man's blood boils
When turmoil or life foils his plans
I've soiled my hands puttin' work in
Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools
emeralds like im OZ
Dont need this man im the boss
pull up a chair and watch me floss
(Oh my gosh)
Like a pizza you bouta get tossed
I got the bars without
if he step up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I'm the shit
All these fuckers do is lie
And I do not give a
I get the bag, duffle
Shoot at his feet, do the futsal shuffle
Ran up the bag, double
I
like trash
I guess that I'm Oscar the Grouch
Took it as a lesson now I'm charging new amounts
Send it straight to my account or bad check you could
bout thinking
Now im thinking im the fucking grouch
Green in their eyes, aint no part time
Im a smart guy, imma quit
Do a job and work real hard
and work
change?
I don't know
Will i ever change
I don't know
Maybe one day, maybe i will
Maybe one day, maybe i will but
They say we should grow up but I hate that
bound to circumstance
And the world keep on turning
And the sun keep on burning
And the children keep learning
How to grow up big and strong
nuts (huh)
Grow sum (what)
Im bood up (yeah)
Ella mae
Bood up
I grew up in New York (New York)
The bx (BX)
Lil shorty rode train or the bus (train
term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
proceeded
Hype and curious about what he needed
Greeted by pounds and hugs major love
Next came the pitch on how we supposed to sign up
"Get under the wing"
At the levee
And I'm a child of a backseat freedom, baptized by rock and roll
Marilyn Monroe and the Garden of Eden, never grow up, never grow old
Just
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