Lyrics:
(Oh, yeah)
You know I pulled up in a Regal (Uh, a regal)
I'm like what's up like who need it?
(Who need it)
Young nigga high talk to eagles (Eagles)
UGK,
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
gotta be brave
She don't like me, then she gotta be gay
To take me down, then you gotta be paid
There ain't enough money I gotta be straight (woo, woo,
Keep it soft like we killers and often gat
You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back
Abstract see it like this is the king in you
Allies
the street, people crowd around me
And say, "how you make all those sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice, and lip control
sense-sense of all this shit around me
I didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going
It takes people like you to make people like me
From the great Rocky Mountains to the shores of the sea
From the sands of the desert to the tall
the Magic happens..
Chrous:
OHH
Uh Huh its magic
alot of people dont have it
so you gotta beleive gotta beleive
and never give up!
Uh Huh its magic
you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
it like piercing through septum
Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
and I'm with my dogs like
this thing of you taking forever to pay us
It's killing our business man
So you know
If you pay me after whatever months
Buy the time you pay me that
I don't care if you like it
I be smoking that
Take a puff take a drag or take a seat
Cause I ain't putting shit out Im a smoke up all my weed
Uhh
We
boy buck buck buck buck
It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G
I'm a bald head with a kinfe
I want your money or your life
So, so, so, so?
So throw
heart
But you go and take a gun
Not knowing the filming
Was done by the actors
And their job is done right
To make you react to this
There goes
I made millions for a lot of people
Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?
I made millions for the record companies
I
par-ty
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth,
It takes people like you to make people like me
From the great Rocky Mountains to the shores of the sea
From the sands of the desert to the tall
true design
Gifted cause the Deep gave me mine
Its Elyone when we unify
When you unify
When you unify
BIRTH AFTER BUCK
Moon light, sassafras, muscadines
rich
So you know I stay on that paper route
People don't want me to make it
Tryna take me out
So I pray daily askin' God
For the safer route
Used to go
glad that you did it
I'm say what? I've been wrist
I'm stayin with the DM flickers, talk to the finish
People don't beat the crowds
Who gonna be
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
Took so many L's I learnt to be a winner
Now I'm finally out my shell you can call me Master Splinter
Imma ride for my people
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