Lyrics:
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
and that
But the man wasn't really that wassy, was he?
Nah, nah, nah
The man wasn't really that what?
1-9-4-2 hits my system, man get way too frass, he
Hold me down another day or two
I could never stay angry
Not at you
Because I suppose I kind of asked you to
But that was a different me
We're back up in this thing
This State of Mind 2 thing
You know, little Ziggy changed everything
Zay done changed everything
But the vibes is still
can't lose, and all my blessings comin' by the two
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no hate, gotta catch me on a whole 'nother date
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no
strange thoughts
I'm trying not to show it, trying not to get caught
Five minutes gone by
Four pairs of wondering eyes
Three minutes to spare
Two
to whine.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Submitted by Nathan Speer
HAG ME:
I caught my ceiling
Motor revving
I only know the ceiling's down.
I make my
right back then I greet her at the door with a smack
Cause I'm psycho swingin till you hit her singin
I think yous a dumbass bitch
In a minute he
nah nah the man wasn't really that what
One nine four two hits my system
Man get way too frosty buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones
hard for the past few minutes
I think it’s time to end Jar’s mocratic state
It’s so close no matter how far, the state I hate
Peace sells, and I ain’t
Cause you've never been seen on camera
Wait a minute, you can't say you
Built this platform by yourself bitch
None of us can
That's a combined effort from
Nathan and Mo
"Mum, why ain't my brother home?"
Cradled by a dozen flowers
Streets just took another child
Ain't it strange that my home
Had closed
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
the first thing on the list)
(It goes a little bit like this)
(忍者s Hate to see that I rap)
(Cause they get pissed)
(And 忍者s hate to see me that I'm
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
At least that's what it feels like on my way to school meeting
It's at 8, in 2 minutes
And I'm still way off the premise
I get there late and they give me
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
have June recite a poem!
Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone
Tell me any little thing that I can do
Ginger peachy, Mr.Goldstone
Have a kumquat, have two
in a line, mida make a move, cross a state rollin', to whine.
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Submitted by Nathan Speer
HAG ME:
I caught my ceiling
cuz gettin' by ain't enough (ain't enough)
Verse 2
Fell in love with an angel and it happened so quick
Surprised she felt the same way, ain't know
Parody of Sold: The Grundy County Auction by John Michael Montgomery (R. Fagan/R.Royer), Of Music (ASCAP)/RobbRoy West Music (BMI)
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