Lyrics:
Ali
You know what these niggas can never say about me?
(What's that?) Is I did it off their scorecard
It's all blocks (OJ)
Bo Jackson (yeah, that
around six PM
Do my prayers around 1 o'clock
Plus I gotta pick up these gems
Cause it's going down tonight at the Garden
Mary and Maxwell, Drew Hill,
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
I know where he's goin'
You can't hide in an empty apartment with a matress
and no protection, with a New York psycho
Bombshells in the Hollywood
it takes to make 'em gel
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostest on the ball
They would go to Elsa Maxwell
might know him as pullin' rank
But we 'bout to do this shit
We layin' the beats down real thick
And I'm about to get nasty stupid with you funky hoes
Republican daughters in darkened corridors
I grab em by the pussy, cause that's what daddy voted for
If that upsets you and if these sentences get to you
Don't
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
the God's for real
It's like that (That) and at my jams you know you'll never be bored
So just dance and scream, praise the Lord
Alright now this is how
[big ed]
Here I come slidin, slippin past security
Tip to the toe, big ed is in the house and now you know that
I'm bout to get funky like halitosis
gauge make a nigga taste buck shells
Three times four nigga that's twelve
I can't trust these niggas they singing like Maxwell
Back in them days I had
the God's for real
It's like that (That) and at my jams you know you'll never be bored
So just dance and scream, praise the Lord
Alright now this is how
improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame
You know my fuckin name, I rule all game
I'm universal on all
specialty is tearin' tracks out the frame
You know my fuckin' name, I rule all game
I'm universal, on all planes, what's your claim?
Yo, I be your highness,
I hope my Pony knows the way back home.
I walked from Natcher to Hushpukena.
I built a fire by the side of the road.
I worked for nothin in
you actin' like a fool) Huh?
(You know these rules that we have in these schools) Yeah..
(You and your friends think ya'll cool) Why?
('Cause ya'll
None of y'all can hang
None of y'all can hang [repeated]
[VERSE 1]
Hype! You better pipe down, or a fight's found
I know you can tear the mic down -
Ida Jane
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street
And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows
cause you can't get that time back
These years flying fast, you can't get your prime back
But never mind that cause I'm trynna get all behind
I promise if
the rainbows
Whips and the chains glows, you know how the game goes
The Czar synergy, ten volts of energy
Benny Blanco from the Bronx, I make 'em remember me
This is Maxwell Melvins, aka 66064
VP of the Lifers Group, help keeping our membership low
Now we're gonna give you the real deal
I wake up
too long
And I kinda find it hard to know
Just how to hold
Out my hand and let you know
Luke Liang
Lorraine Edith Maxwell
Mac Miller
Love
burn while on your way?
There was a price for all this fame
You know your paid
(You know you paid)
His name was Max
And he was your love
No one alive was
improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
My specialty is tearin tracks out the frame
You know my fuckin name, I rule all game
I'm universal on all
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