Lyrics:
I tell Strick to pass me a knife would you ask for your life?
You's a pussy, I can tell by your song
Homo/thug rapper, I can tell by your thong
Got
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
her
Tonight she let her hair hang down
She's up there singin' "Funky Town"
Barry came down from New York City
He's singing "In Color" and it isn't
Yeah, I'm going hard
One, two, let's go
Pop if you know what I mean
Pop if you know what I mean
My s*** hang wall to wall
You know that ain't nothing
I gotta front
'Cause your a record label guy (motherfucker)
What if I dragged you by the hair, into the street
And beat your ass, and put a boot
say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak
Let's cuddle in these sheets
Let me hold you for
dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up
dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up
the water in the wishin' well
And hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree
Burn down all those honeymoons
Put em in a pillow case
And wait next
can't control her hormones
"Why are you doing this? What did I do?"
Allow me to refresh your mind, boo
It was a cold fall night in 2017
September 17, down
hang your head, let the two time roll
Grass shack nailed to a pine wood floor
Ask the time baby I don't know
Come back later, gonna let it show
will hang high
Stretch ribs and let taste
We'll cover the smell
With silver nitrate
Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
Glossolalia coats
Slap grease on your head and hoes hang with you
I remember punk rock when it wasn't for sale
And death metal scarin people straight to hell
So many
with me
By the looks I got ya shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
I
only serve the biscuit
Leave your blood on the street
You get curbed with blisters
Chicken noodle soup your brains, let it rain
And I clear it out
All
them play
That in-and-out-in-and-out ~ Rock-N-Roll!
Put up your feet and let your hair hang low!
‘Cause there ain't no reason to grieve and cry
This Life
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
Boogie Down Productions will always get paid
We'll take the wackest song and make it better
Remember to let us into your skin
Cause then you'll
every word of the chronic
If I get signed to Dr. Dre
That aftermath'll be ironic
I tell a bitch make yourself at home
Get comfortable
Let your hair down
ruby next door and she loved to hang with us
She showed us how to cook
And pick them collard greens
She even let us sip that wine
And it would put us
swing that hangs down by the riverbed
Will take you up, but soon you'll come down
And if you don't let go you will not reach the water
You'll come back
on your block
Fuck how the opps take it
I let the ooze down his
Throat like he shot chasin'
But if we grapple, dawg
I beat your face red and white and have
with me
By the looks I got ya shook up and scared of me
Buckle your seat belt, it's time for takeoff
I don't think you're ready for this jelly
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