Lyrics:
came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
And she said, "mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note said, "Mrs. Johnson
he's a martyr (Martyr)
You already know it's Mari Da Goat
Aka "Mr.GoFuckYoStepdaughter" (Bitch)
Yo bitch giving brain and I gotta get smarter (Let's go)
(yeah, we in the cut, huh)
Ayy, it's Ducktape wassup, boy? (Wassup?)
Yeah, ya bitch got fucked, boy (you know it)
Was lil' Trouble (was)
Now I'm Big
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I swear by God it is
it lil n**** aint lollygaggin
I ran through a whole lot
Every 2 days I smoke a whole ounce
But I’m in the studio comin up wit sounds
I locked innn it
it lil n**** aint lollygaggin
I ran through a whole lot
Every 2 days I smoke a whole ounce
But I'm in the studio comin up wit sounds
I locked innn it
streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
Tryna not like talk
Bout how i masturbate
It was yesterday
Which was a Saturday
It was a stressful day
Add to another day
Add to the times
Waste
"Here I am"
Bring it out and show everyone your pointing finger!
Mrs Claus!
Mrs Claus, Mrs Claus
Where are you?
Here I am, here I am
How do you do?
Lil' Dawg
[LIL' HAWK]
Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on
You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones
I need a fifth
To start off
and racing
Niggas cap talking bout that they made me
Yea that lil bitch yea she played me
Can't believe that we made it past 18
Bape on a nigga but I ain't no
shirt is Saint Laurent (Saint)
Got it so I had to flaunt (To flaunt it)
I'm the king, lil' girl a pawn (Who?)
Got these hoes and they moms (They moms)
And I let myself inside
That chick was slouched down on the couch
I think her brain was fried
Couldn't figure it out
She wouldn't even look at me
me
Like my first love, it's that first drug, gets you higher than you've ever been
You should know by now that I spit fire, that is evident
Ever been
though, all the greats knew how to pick and roll
Damn, I got the sickest flow
No Mr. Claus under your mistletoe, I hate to ask but do you miss it though?
what's mine
Testing your luck
Like why did u push me
Thinkin he hot
That lil nigga pussy
2x Wanting the smoke
It is what it could be
Wanting
sword no eraser
Aye what's wrong Mr big shot
Don't look like you can handle what you dish out
Funny how things flipflop
When you not solid
Wonder why I
the bay
"Hallelu, babbelu, I think it's he!"
"Oh, Captain dear, where have you been.
Have you been out sailin' on the Mediteren'.
Have you any
ready to do it, do it, no
(Don't you see it girl? I'm all here by myself)
I'm here by myself
I'm just here by myself
I am here by myself
I don't need
I would like to start by saying r.ip to Mu'ammer Al- Qadhafi
You may know him as Colonel Gaddafi
Was on his way to do great things for Africa you
tall through it all)
Is you gon' catch me if I fall
Lil' nigga? Ayy
(Is you gon' catch me if I fall?)
If you my dawg, just be my dawg, lil' nigga
Ayy
last
I done lapped em I left em in the past
My words cutting you deeper like broken glass
Got it going sign it Mr. froviq
Watch em falling off they in
one, they just couldn't wait
We back at the crib sweatin' in a lil' room
W-30's, SP-12's and MPCs we use
Straight from the 4 track, to a simple
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