Lyrics:
I bongo with my lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From congo to columbo
Can't stereo-type my thing yo
I salt and pepper my mangos
Shoot, spit out
a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
stuffed A eight rock underneath yo heel?
Not everyone can shit talk like me
It take a bit of skill
Im tryna make some char buffed wings
Imma get a grill
By
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
the market thieves
Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids
Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail
surges
Piss
with Pretty Wings
Give you All Of Me
Names not John but I'll be a Legend loving all little things
Like what's In Those Jeans by
Ginuwine
Ginuwine
Do you
gonna fuckin' make me miss the game
It goes, one, two, three, four
Rush room, C4
Need more bleach, breathe more (yo, I said)
Reach for ether, either
3 IN THE MORNING
Written by: Kelly Ann Carvin (BMI),
Troy Thomas Walls (BMI)
Publishing:
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll
Two, three hours passin' by
Altitude dropped to 505
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
JunyTony story musical,
The Ugly Duckling,
shall we start?
It was a lovely summer day.
Little ducklings started to hatch
one by one.
One,
two,
And I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And by a thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
baby, my love surely shows
I'm a treat you right, like a precious gem
Hold you close, protect you, I'll be there 'til the end.
Yo, listen up, let me spit
watch to Starburst too,
Put them Lemon Heads in yo ears,
Put them Fruity Pebbles in yo fingers,
Now you're envied by yo peers,
And I'ma get yo ass in
watch a little jewelry
Them Self Made niggas, Volume 3
That work get through like woo
Shorty got that Ric Flair pussy like woo
These niggas ain't about
outta gold, 3 of em cryin
3 different souls, movin inside
1 of em Blood's, 2 of em mine
Let's make it 4, coming for Vlad
Pause on the line. Think it's his
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin' sheepskins
Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo
He broke out, Little Bo Peep, smoked out
Saw, her and her friends sellin' sheepskins
Yo yo I got them sheepskins
Yo, my empty sheepskins
Yo
a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
A bad influence? Yo I don't know
But Ice Cube'll tell the kids how the story should go
Yeah
[ INTRO: MC Shan ]
She used to tell me that she loved me all the time
I'd turn to her and say that, "I'm
Infatuated by your lovely smile
And some day
the barber and the black rooster little by little vanished in the air.
So the black bird spreads its wings upon the sea,
Flying over the clouds,
Far beyond
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
a little' old souped-up jitney
I put my foot on my tank and I began to roll
Moanin' siren, 'twas the state patrol
So I let out my wings and then I blew my
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