Lyrics:
good what the deal?
I wanna hear, I wanna hear that new song by the Boo boy
and the cartoon character, you know who I'm talkin about
By the Boo boy
little corner
In my own little chair
I can be whatever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy
I can fly anywhere
And the world will open its arms to me
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope that you won't see me in my
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
to him.)
PILATE
I will not have my fwends widiculed by the common soldiewy.
(He walks slowly towards the other GUARDS.)
PILATE
Now ... anyone else feel
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
Boy, I will be your sexy silk
Wrap me around, 'round, 'round, 'round
I'll be your pussycat licking your milk
Right now, down, down, down
Oh,
Cecille will pick out all your clothes
Blue is her best color, no red I think
Your bath is drawn by Mrs. Greer
Soap, no, bubbles, I think
Annette
hit it two times (two)
You know what happens by the third, hit a few times (hahaha, uh, yeah)
No judgement 'cause everybody has to make a little, uh
is a warning...
You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists
And take notes: we never miss
Let my people go, god damn it, let them go
Before I
Gun shots is fatal, my bars is prenatal
I kill little niggas, up close, peel little niggas
We the hottest out, still, little niggas
I'm better in my
the sheets silk linen
No writing on em so forgive my sinnin
I'm ill-a, three shots ten seconds pull it like Miller
I'm just a fly boy so don't test this killa
pajamas
House coat, pure silk, party hard for days
Pretty girls up in here wearin Lay-gerie
It's my brand new line, hot damn you fine
Picture perfect from
it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta
of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
There are people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born, they
Come on, come on, let's make a baby
Oh, baby, come on, come on
(Come on, come on)
Let's bring another life into this world
A little boy, a little
just
Please us with your lyrical thesis
We just chillin milk em top billin
Silk and pure linen, me and little Ceas
Malibu sea breeze, Dom P's, palm
the saddest times, it's fine
They'll all be by my side
When they learn ‘bout the toughest cookie alive
The one and only,
Sainty Dainty, (Grah!)
cnd
help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston Town
There are people there, who care a little about me
And they won't let the poor boy down
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
little corner
In my own little chair
I can be what ever I want to be
On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere
And the world will open its arms to me
I'm
the man in the black robe had to fear me
Watch my jewelry
Surprise by my delivery
After the case was over couldn’t appeal me
Momma be proud
Nothing stopping
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