Lyrics:
the car by the teaspoon
I give her a G-Unit, I hear she a fan of Yayo
I got to roll with a gat in the back
I get pulled over and they ask who I am
Oh,
gotta go out and out..
Life is hard gotta deal with these problems and shenanigans in my life. But don't have to worry cause I got religion in my side.
I'm not a rapper, I'm a singer with a flow
I've got a habit of spitting
Quicker lyrics you know
You found me ripping the writtens
Out
Looking spiffy with the Fendi type linens
Totin' herbals
We got papers like staples
Marla Marples
Didn't think I could take you
Confrontation, now
hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
Lettin niggaz know that this the see-SIIDE! (yeah)
{*with singer
by the Spirit, devil can't control me
People that don't like me never got to know me
If it's a bug about me, get the pesticide
Cause I'm a soldier for
out, the angry child recites this every day
The universe will pry out, the truth which is you've got nothin' to say
In dreams, ice cream piano, I
And y'all got something for my ass every issue
Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues
And not to diss you but God, I was sick of looking
And y'all got something for my ass every issue
Thank you, 'cause I keep running out of fucking tissues
And not to diss you but God, I was sick of looking
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
Born in the world I took my first step
Then it caught me by surprise
Open yo eyes we all we got left
But you still don't see the signs
All these
the quiet shy type
You always whisper never shout it
Ooh, Baby, you are my type
Why don't you tell me all about it
(Background singers repeat:
I got ways
I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the band
You're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of hand
Cos you've got a beautiful face
It will take you
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
birthday
Irrelevant holiday affair
Got one of those three-leg foldin' chairs
I am what you call prepared, for the campout
Evenin' brings
They prayin' to Jesus then
Overindulging off of grape juice
And Grey Goose stay loose
Life assembled by staples
Desire to have strong roots like
Trees
Pompeii
The universe talking
I should check what the Psalms say
And my insecurities
Got me bumblebee
Honeys by the hundreds they be haunting me
I
Or the forming of one religion?
I wonder what came first
Dinosaurs or Darwinism?
Pledging allegiance to a flag
Since elementary
Writing curses in cursive
to church
Till this day I still walk by faith but weight of the load gets heavy some days
I'm tired
Wait a minute
Give me a second to ask the ultimate
uh, we got guts on the camera.
"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!"
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'!
Tell
the demons got her daily
In and out of rehab, crack and heroin, her babies
She looked me in the eyes right as I was escaping
I feel the void you feel and I try
the will to love (got the will to love)
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
I'm like a singer on the stage
With the golden lights
gonna be shaken by
anyone who fools with my mind
cuz Im better than you~
You might think that Ive got nothing
to show, cuz I dont wear no fancy
and I
time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election
[Chorus]
I done been
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