Lyrics:
ain't neva got up with a thug nigga like this
Or got with a balla that spit to the rhythm like this
Or kick it with a platinum plus nigga like this
Well
the baby wipes
Daddies gone and he made 'em sick
Yeah G we were sonning 'em
They really got tans we were sunning them
See them EQ dances there, we was
ain't basis whip it
Truth better be told
Lot rappers out selling songs worst than
The croak of toad
If am not too cold
Am making more rhymes in rhythm
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
but who with him?
If he attacking the gang we gon' spin him
I know that boy ain't got no chop
He just beem capping he talking a lot
I can teach him how
the treble, the rhythm is the rebel
When you turn red
You get a hole in your head, a fucking hole in your head
Cause my freedom got an AK
Bonnie and Clyde
This is your station baby
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
he hit it and he go baby I been on a roll we ain't goin to no pumpkin patch
Fitted in some vintage and come kicks to come correct
I got money in my
I get around like orbit
I got this all up in my veins, so fuck what you sayin
Your stuck in the same frame of mind, ain't no duckin my rain,
when it's
I'm tyreek hill
Your man a mouse I can just tell just by the way he squeal
Jump up in the river stinging shit just fucking like eel
Got some funny
My promise keeper He ain't ever lied
The reason that I'm still alive
Yeah He brought me life in the season where I could've died
Now I'm on the path
judging, but bugging, how we fall so many levels?
The devil's got us by the balls
That's why the law allows the drugs to overflood
Knowing we gonna buy it
long
Dark night, dope sex
Rhythm of this song
It is all about love
Hoes fucked up
Mind all over the place
Too many bitches
Not enough space
But I got
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me we're goin' out
To catch
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat.
You and me we're goin' out
Hand me down my walkin' cane
Hand me down my hat
Hurry now and don't be late
'Cause we ain't got time to chat
You and me we're goin' out
You ain't got no game you don't know what she needs
Lame than a motherfucker about this mack shit
Still letting bitches manipulate your actions
When
your tragedy
Cause I understand your reality
From being stuck by gravity
So let’s fly to another galaxy
Your love got me tripping
I got nothing to lose
ripping me off I think it's
His girdle that's tipping me off Mike D's out back and he's growing
Onions I've got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I walked this path since '88)
To society
(Over 50% of the population has already been overtaken by the group)
Now it's time to go off, somebody got
This just won’t stop
Copping mary jane just to get by through it
Thanks to the heavens cause he got me through it
Through the pain
That love had to deal
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
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