Lyrics:
alter, and manipulate the culture
Coolest monkey in the jungle regulated by our vulgar
(Ooo na na)
(Ooo na na)
(Ooo na na)
(Ooo na na)
(Ooo na na)
(Ooo na
bout no hate that aint nothing i wanna fight
If its love then its love see you niggas playing it trife
You'll stop and say whats up they will leave you
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I hope that she'll discover
Being beautiful is how you
Treat each other
With love and respect
True Beauty shines love
mama
Who be flexing in every section
Sexing you down in the Ramada
Plus she quit to put a bullet by Your midsection uhh
It's funny how the world be Round
Was goin through so much ain't know how to deal wit it
Poppin a seal droppin xans in my feelings yeah
I really love my brothers
I'm so grateful for
And letting the good times roll
And everybody's happy, and everybody loves it
When i see you laugh it makes me happy
Then when I'm mad i feel
Like i am Charles
How are you today?
I'm here to tell you that I'm not OK
What can I say?
I see dead people, okay?
He seduced me with his see-through charm
And he told me
All this pain in my body got me screaming out murder
How you trade on your people and you said you was for your culture
Shootouts every way that's
about the right
And how Jesus brought me to the light
And how God don really changed my life
That's cool but that ain't what it's like
I don't tell em
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
bullets off his rump
Looks horrible in tights, his Muscle are like lard
But who could save a life with his organ donor's card?
Canadaman! He loves Canadian
goodbye to the bros
Screaming Free The Real
And all the fake get exposed
How he get caught up with a bird and he back home nigga told
No I can't switch for
Jesus Wrote A Christmas Song
And Santa wasn't in it
Jesus stayed up all night long wondering how to begin it
Yeah he worked the whole night through
All of the people made their plans how to have Jesus executed
So they bound him, led him away, and handed him over
Holes in the hands of Jesus Christ
his hand on his holster
He soft that fear a make em pop like a toaster
I aint no vulture im tweakin the culture
Im married to my city better never
murder that, he Jack Ripper
I came geeked up, Big Dipper
I know you can't fight the feelin'
I arrived, how he on the ceiling
No surprise, I ain't got no
so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes he would give his heart gladly
Show her there's noone above her
Give her his life in a second
Put his
on, now)
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps (thank you, God)
Packin', askin', "Who want it?" (who want it?)
You got it, nigga, flaunt it
sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
Yea, ha ha
(I love it) Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know
He's free as the breeze
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees
With a trapeze in his
He's free as the breeze
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle and hangs by his knees
As he swings through the trees
With a trapeze in his
smokin' a holy confetti
They'll never take me under, they never say we under
These bitches down to leave, no longer up-and-comin'
Small H by the waist, got
her head)
Her love he bought just to warm his bed
I tried to tell her, but it went out the other ear
She didn't want to hear, what I had to say
She just
Im duck down staff even when I'm by myself
Im boot camp clik even when I'm by myself
Im fab 5 even when I'm by myself
Im ogc even when I'm by myself
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