Lyrics:
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
Jeepers Creeper got some nice peepers looking up slobber by the liter yeah
Nigga you see me trending
Everytime you see I'm winning
Little nigga got to go
We bout to get busy ol skool style
Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c
Lets seewe got a couple of new additions
Sumthin new age
We got little john
fisher price
It's not for little boys
But that bitch is hella nice
Yea, that bitch is bad
Super bad I said it twice
Niggas really mice
I ain't really
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
. .
Little girls, little boys,
Little children must grow up one day,
Just as I did here tonight, in your arms,
When we kissed, at last I knew,
chicos stay beefin
Alapatah A.K.A. Dominican town dique cause there's
nothing but Dominicans now
And to them little Havana boys that hold me down
bet that
chart
To see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from
chart
To see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from
On a snowy winter's eve at the toy instrument factory
All of santa's helpers making toys in a line
Little drummer boy is keeping time
And everybody
I think this is the perfect time for me
To go on a little rant, i don't think
Yeah that's what ima do
You can listen or not
Im just gonna start
a drummer...boy
No frontin... if they don’t do it
Ima do it
I get to it
For those checking..
I’m in the PJs like Eddie
No Suburban.. like Sheff G
Test me.. I’ll
chicos stay beefin
Alapatah A.K.A. Dominican town dique cause there's
nothing but Dominicans now
And to them little Havana boys that hold me down
bet that
the ground
It's time a nigga put Big Boy
Where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope
Best believe it's on
Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin'
and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear
Hey, son, you want to try the big top?
All
and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear
Hey, son, you want to try the big top?
All
camoflauge
Dark ceaser holdin' my nuts, played the buildin' front
Fifth of Henny, throw a little snow in the blunt
Just growin' up schooled by O.G.'s, holdin'
are you alright
He can get it for the whole night
Call me little Cindy cause I'm ready for the ball
The whole world stop when my baby boy call
Ring
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
between the heat of Havana
And the concrete jungle of
Mexico City i didn't realize
It then, but, boy
Does it hit me now i realize how
Scary it must have
the fixings
Aunties all inside the kitchen
I'm just thinking what my gift is
Egg nog with a splash of Rum
(Rum Rum Rum)
Drummer boy going ra pa pum pum
Drummer
that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle
fuck 'em
Little shit speaking on, boy, I done done it, talking and up's where I run 'em
Two lanes what I switch in that, told 'em test me, I get hot like
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