Lyrics:
goin' below
like ricky martin being raped by a dildo
chorus - j-lo means shit to me
p-diddy means shit to me
ja-rule means shit to me
fuk you alicia keys
motherfuckers John Doe
Ricky Rozay, Aquarius Killa The Keyser Soze
Making a family cry together like the O'Jays
Back in the old days
I'm the one that's chosen
pussy, got the lil' nigga fasting (Lesh')
Him say, "Ay, likkle miss," call me likkle darling (mhm)
They say she bangs it nuh Ricky Martin (uh)
Yeah,
lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To Maryjane
Best wishes, Martin.
(Old Roger draft-dodger
Leavin' by the basement door),
Everybody knows
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
zeros and ones
I love your U.I., you and I should calculate Pi
c nice little break here, loving it Ricky Jam-aar-ez
Sorry... Ricky Jamaraz
Do you know
friends
We argue like Martin and Pam
Pray my 40 don't jam
When I shoot i go straight for the and 1
Damn son, we hold a nigga for ransom
I remember bad
run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (boom)
Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his
ting I wish
Pre-Chorus:
I hear Martin have beer
Jamie have sorrel deh
I calling Jason he say he have turkey wings prepare
I still deh in a jam, I cannot
fun sized
Hemp tea by the cup full
Got a couple jams we could fuck to
I be with them bitches with the tats and the bantu's
We be puttin' berries in
Jane.....best wishes to Martin...
Ooooh South California
Oh Roger draft dodger
Leavin by the basement door
Everybody knows what he's tippe-toein'
Down there for
a spanish chic my friends say
that loves head, salsa, merengue
mi favora con esta chocha
like Ricky Martin, livin la vida loca
Chorus:
(Beatnuts)
I love
[Slick Rick]
It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at
Though I definitely
destruction
Party after party - jam after jam
The weak would hang - surrounded by the gang
Violent times and corrupted minds
In my pledge for peace, I've
the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
to knuck if they buck
I am LL's I need love and mama said knock you out
I am Martin's dream and Malcolm's by any means
I am part lover part wish a nigga
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (yeah)
Bottle of that Rosé, pass me some more
I got, more cars,
'em brown, yellow
Puerto Rican or Haitian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
my hat and those keys
Slapping bass and a funk guitar Minneapolis if you please
Don't you know it's the sound
Brought on by his royal badness who dun
the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
practice
So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often
But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin
Back from Miami where your record got no heat
type of jam
You know I'm fresh in viper
Yeah, that's right, I'm talkin' 'bout me
The ah-ah-oh in the place to be
I recognize and hypnotize, every
corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold
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