Lyrics:
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see you do it (ayy)
(Hey, hey)
Chillin' in
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see you do it (ayy)
(Hey, hey)
Chillin' in
you all
For the gifts and the flowers
Thank you all
Now it's back to the showers
Don't tell Paul
But I'm not getting married today
Bless this
Whattup big homey niggaz with the swoop
The homey jumps in whips out the four pound
When we get there, we shakin' all motherfucker down
It's what I had in
born in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession
Let's get it
They must be on the dick of who?
They
From the streets to the suites from the trunk to the block
LLC, then we sign on the dot
Control the plot and all the money in the pot
It's a new way
complexion
You Ready To Die? That 38
Special lead like special ed
It'll teach you retards a lesson
I grip that thing and I'm
Aiming in y'all direction
Hit ya
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
of Bacardi Don Simon or Paraga
Haba
I'll be there by sunset
Yes oh
Coming through in a drop head
Uhn I'm tried and trusted
Omo it's done and dusted
Uhn I heard
yeah)
Super sonic (pew)
Don't play games like Sony (Sony)
Pocket (pew) rocket (pew)
Pop it (pop it), lock it (lock it)
Flex, fuck it (fuck it)
Simon
Besides nobody likes police now anyway
Rack up a couple lines and hate ourselves in the mornin
But there’s nothing like Paul Simon at 4am
I’m sick of always
of a voice from the shore
There had been huge catch
John understood at once and said, It is the Lord.
Abruptly, Simon looked up, then jumped in and
Swam
Lil dawgs on the porch
Better stay there
Surfing through yo city
In a Porsche
Make em say yeah
Bitch I'm not Simon
But do what I say
If you
flossin canary diamond me and my niggas
Forever shinin y'all niggas been noble like a TV show
Simon and Simon
Chip in a million christenin you listenin
Now
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
the store
I crush down with that top down, bossy how I ride 'round
Mami in that Tom Ford, papi in that Thom Browne
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it
on you
I wanna hold you
I wanna touch you and squeeze you
And love you all night long
Oh Baby girl
Yo I've heard it before
So save all the cliche
I really
Simon got no say around here
Niggas don't play around here
Got my brothers trapped in the grave coz they spray around here
Niggas don't ever play
Homeward Bound
By Paul Simon
Feat. Mark Murphy and Niamh Ni Charra
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour
streets up and down
Looking for Paul Simon
All I found was myself, lost in time
I tried singing my songs
But I lost my mind
What have they done
diamonds from diamond shamrock
Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats
I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks
I pack an axe by my
hat ihren Kopf noch immer voll mit all den Sorgen
Doch bald feieren wir Masterabschluss in London von Pati
Sing „Killing me softly“, stelle es on mein
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
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