Lyrics:
even near it
You're outclassed by your granddaddy when it comes to team spirit
I'll die with my loved ones, while you rot on the NES
You can't boss me
wouldn't catch a body if it fainted
Probably let it fall and hit the pavement
But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it
Bitch, stop bein' a lame
Your
Got the glock on me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tommy with the Tommy overall you could not stop me
Yeah yeah
Buy back the block All black got the glock on me
The Thompson Submachine Gun or the Tommy Gun as it's called
Uh
It's an automatic weapon, capable of delivering a high rate of fire
Uh
Let's see how
call it sickle
All up in my D-N-A
Fuck feelings I’m at B-N-A
Smell like Kushy when they check bags
Running up a check
Bag
Ride me like it’s Six Flags
CLAIM TO BE SO CIVILIZED
BUT YET WE DON'T SEEM TO CARE WHEN SOMEBODY DIES
CHORUS
STOP THIS MADNESS GOING ROUND
CORRECT IT OR YOU WRECK IT
LETS STOP GANG
on the Rock Street
Like an NFL game i be right there where them blocks be
Let me love you in the morning in the night time
You say anytime is the right time
get to together
She hit me with "Maybe"
(Let's get together, let's get, yeah)
Yo Martie
I whip a bike and she whip a Mercedes, yeah
(Skrrrrr)
She ain't
all banter on me
'til shh turned casualty (Turn turn)
He stay casually top floor with the baddest B
(Turn turn)
Dicing this AM from A but I'm pissed
In
That shit stays near me
The president is joke
The White House is a circus
And to be honest
They be killing ppl right on purpose
It’s call propaganda
The Little Bus by Mark""Buc"" Williams 2012(ASCAP)
(V1)
When I was back in middle school
My buddies and me thought we were cool
We'd never had
I can't let anger control me
How you hate but don't know me
I'm not inspired by Rollies
But I gone ball like I'm Kobe
She sent me a paragraph and I
on the beat
Long live my uncle Tommy, let's do it
To the ones called me Malachi
Who spirit lives on long past Saba dyin'
Flickin' through the channels,
called you, lost in a dream
Now someones life's on me
If I find you, your'e dead where you stand
Couldn't stand shit, now I let shit be
You told me always
Yuh
Niheem, Lets talk
Mmm (Mmm, mmm)
Do the dash in the wraith when I go by (Vroom)
Yea
I call that shit Westbrook (Uh, huh) the way that it blow by
cheese
It's Tommy pickles
You win some and lose some
Let's see where that train of thought get you
I think I can I think I can on this track
Had
she checking for a platinum type of guy
She be calling me daddy, and I be calling her mommy
She be calling you Kelly, when your name is Tommy
I don't
be
But than be with you
Let me take you down to Miami, girl
And let you tan by the beach
Then take you back to the room
But first let me wipe that sand
her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly, when yo name is Tommy
I don't know what y'all be thinkin'
When you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am
head be noddin
Nigga text me, let's play, hold on, look, I said Nigga text me, let's play basketball, I told him, let's play soccer
Flexin' 20 ball
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (cash rules)
Everything around me, black, as you
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw
Hannah you're with me in spirit wherever I go
To the ends of the earth and all points between
stupid and crazy
Deceived by Cupid and a dick makes 'em crazy
Haters were muted and the road still hazy
They be like you did that changed the game like Jay
get mo'
Let's get mo' bitches
And I be like, "Let's get mo' bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop lettin' the messy hoes mess with
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