Lyrics:
rap goddess
Cause me and pmd we get ours regardless
So get the bozack.. p..
[parrish smith]
Yo, time to get funky and raw
Stomp mudholes in posses
Hot shit (hot shit)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (hot
Hot ish (hot ish)
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Your street in a Range Rover (come on)
Boom, boom, baby, ready to let it go (hot ish)
Michelle Obama won't stop sexting me
Fat people look awesome in Spandex
Nobody's ever got killed by Aaron Hernandez
2Pac's alive, Smurfs are black
Witches
Forty deep how we creep uh
We come form the street
When see that jeep you aint saved by the bell
Thats when the tires screech
With a devilish reach
Once upon a time in a faraway land
A young producer lived in a shining studio
He had everything his heart desired
And the music he wrote came from
raw
I don't want no petty ass order
I'ma need 'em all
Her tit's don't sit up like I like
She gon' need a bra
Bro just pulled up in a Scat'
Askin' me
rhyming
Stage six round corsica
Tear arsing
Look right see me passing
Or passing by
Smash you leave you glass in your eye
Cause your blind to the oracle
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
inside couldnt believe my eyes Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt Tell
mother fuckin' boyz
In the club tonight, we don't give a fuck
If we gotta run the fuckin' fight
Especially with them mother fuckin' boys over there
You
to play with
I told her, "Pull up," she told me she can't
Her nigga be sharin' locations
Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out
(I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind
Y'all got me on my shit
Raw, rough and rugged, when addressin' the mass public
My
a preacher lyin
Sayin God don't love me if I don't tithe
I need real help in a real season
I need real faith in a real Jesus
I'm hanging on by a thread though
What happened to Jah’s child
Maynard James Keenan
He must be counting bodies like sheep
Outta raw dog reservoirs
By God you will not kill me in my home
your location, we'll pull up right where you at
Slide by and snatch off his Gucci, go buy that fool a new hat
I'm like Biggie in Coogi, my girl so pretty
with this
'Cause honesty is hard to handle
Truth is harder than hell
Is it love or flies to a candle
As years go by it's hard to tell
As years go by
C'mon and get it on.
Yo, you need a beat, where the bass is raw
The kinda beat that the clubs look for
I see her and I can't ignore
The way she
and the otha my heat
Represent Vernon, tenth, and twelth street
[Hostyle]
Man, I brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
For long cash, Screwball blasts the raw
and the otha my heat
Represent Vernon, tenth, and twelth street
[Hostyle]
Man, I brake a broom stick off in yo' ass
For long cash, Screwball blasts the raw
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
to the God, pour out a little liquor
'Shame On A Nigga', I heard the reaper done came to get ya
So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor
I've
Whether it's wax in your bong or your eardrum
I'm here now, I'm guessing you live in fear now
So be it, when they speak about the real Soul be it, no
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