Lyrics:
a fat ass we call her Boobie
Go figure huh I'm no killer just a rapper by the name of Duck-Bo nigga
Kings goatee rock a balding game like MJ ball like
still have a lot to learn
And at some point
I posted
A Craigslist ad that
I'm
Looking for collaborators
And Zach hit me up
And I jammed
With him
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off callin' D-Nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny
shit
Tell me it'll be safer to say it in Swahili
They be wheeling you away if you
Say it in South Philly
Look, thirty shots
I'm shootin' to peel his top
and bounce around, now do the brown
Rock it, pop it, don't stop it, I want to knock it, yeah
Open up and lemme come inside, take me on that donkey ride
I
ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Mystikal]
we fuck we smoke we bank we blast
when we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin
makin
b****** I'm a beast and need a beauty out the hood who just unruly who done been around the blocker too even shot a glock or two even sold a rock or two
And if I'm hungry for the chicken
That heat'll spin you
Around rotisserie style
You was rich as a child
Never wanted for shit
And you ain't never run
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
just how I rock
Sipping on lean that wock
Been around the block
Streets just not my bop
Soon be at the top
Niggas they pray I flop
I hit all her spots
Do
Locked up (locked up), then cage me (cage me)
I'll come back bigger (bigger)
Stronger (stronger) and angry (and angry)
Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My
gettin' chicks, I'm already pouncin' that
Goin' through some shit? Lemme know, always around to chat
Fuck a frat, all they personalities flat
I craft
da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Fuck y'all then (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
You can get the dick, just call me the ballsack, I'm nuts
Michael Vick in this
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
Low
Oh, no
Don't me up on the Myspace flippin' out
Trippin' with strippers you think I'm digging out
Me sayin' that "I'll never be taken by
to these hoes, they always gon' miss me
Wisdom of solid men, I'm always gon' listen
Saint Michael and Saint Jermaine always protect me (protect)
It's
of fucking an R&B bitch
But I wake up early and bounce with all her shit
When I apply pressure, son, it ain't even funny
I'm about to stick Bobby for some
and each other's
Worth seek out strong women to
Befriend, to align yourself with, to
Learn from, to be inspired by
To collaborate with, to support
To be
Don't even know who i would be
By now If i wasn't the man you see
Right Now
Been through the storm been through the heat I'm crowned
All i wanna be
between my sheets
Yeah you guessed it we got shystie in a hot seat
To be quiet honest I'm like sick to death with you
All these kids running around
Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty
[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
shot I feel like Michael
I'm coming down I'll go back up it's like a cycle
Life or death I blur the line I'm on a tight rope
I started fucking around
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