Lyrics:
that's The Method!
Make a guess, kid!
Put it to the test, kid!
See what you get, kid -
THcT'S THE METHOD! (The scientific method)
We got the M E T H
tough Man then all They left
Motivated by the hate I can care less
Everything that I got had to invest
Got her sliding in my Dm Like the floor wet
Cuz I'm
with fumes as gas fills the room
Shorty says it hit her I think I feel it too
H-Town hustle screwston, screwston
Like my bitches two toned slim thick
On r'ssent grave une connexion
J'l'ai invitée a vivre en moi
Je sais c'est triste
Mais elle vit à travers moi
J'suis incapable de la kiss
Pourtant H
gon get em by any means
Ain't no right time, just grab the moment
Take out your rage on your opponents
Smoke that green, make sure it's potent
Swim good
Lift your silk dress to reveal that ass as I turn you face down into a creature
Sniffing that wet like an eager bitch in heat here
Make the H disappear
opposition falls, I won't!
I will hold out my open hand to you,
Once more.
On my feet,
Here, deep in the underneath.
Secretly with eyes closed,
To Y- - H
go by, what's the day date
That May date was a mayday
Left a sour taste like the phosphate
Put my trust in it, that's false faith
cll face, small
with chorus
Words and music by
J H Russell
Fokus Publishing Co 1990
Coffee Creamer Jalopy
Words and Music by Russell Okinaka
Verse 1
(Section B)
Hey lookie here, Hey lookie there,
See everybody has to stop and stare
work hard, bit*h i work smart
Was faithful to the man til i broke his heart
Now you can' t stop me, im a fu*kin savage
Rollin' over these nig*as like
I had friends now I see them I just pass by ( skip)
Fake ass mandemm far form authentic (fake)
Mandem talking slick till they here thing click
just call her a clucker (CREcM)
Beat down her back while I sip on a double
Squeeze out this honey
Now this h*e in trouble
Every time I went broke
I came
opening your chest and your heart. Let your legs rest on the floor so you feel grounded to the earth.
Begin by becoming aware of your breath. Breathing in
go by, what's the day date
That May date was a mayday
Left a sour taste like the phosphate
Put my trust in it, that's false faith
cll face, small
go by, what's the day date
That May date was a mayday
Left a sour taste like the phosphate
Put my trust in it, that's false faith
cll face, small
We go shine we go trek
Music be ma passion mi cry always
Why seh mi blow by this time of the day
They called my name osi nana is a calling
Saa boy wei
Yeah, I'm outside outside
Since I'm lit her mouth wide
I made racks off Wi-Fi
I don't like to cuddle
I'm in the H, got mob ties
In the club
but wat was quoted
Ion give a fuck got it tatted it, Right by where im throwing fours, tryna turn a
Trap to a mansion, I know it can happen, I know I
wit no h**
Wait that was yo past I can't be yo future just bro you gentle
You special not them other ones
Can't lie I know you beautiful
We'd prolly
LcX to H-Town, I fly high, I'm lifted
Western to the Fifth Ward, they recognize I'm gifted
Feel me in ya soul and don't you try to fight the feeling
love me if you're loving me just to leave don't love me at all o
It's your girl K-I-R-c-H, I will love you, I will love you to eternity, baby. Baby
tomorrow we do better
Smoking to Divine Feminine in her Jetta
If five 0h pull us over she stash it in her sweater
And that's automatic
She make sure I'm
mugger
No thugga, but i'm wit tha mf slimes
All tha time
On my side das a 9
I'm too fly with tha rhymes
Who done did it?
Bitch!
It's by my own design,
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