Lyrics:
thicker
when you think its all good
down bows another nigga
to the grave 6 feet deep
I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
Oh man, you were awesome tonight
Thanks dude, thanks a lot
Yeah, you should come check
Out my band sometime yeah, I'll uh do that
Here
Oh, flyer for
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
understand
Why niggas still can't fuck with the one-man band
Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown
And my black leather trench to the muthafuckin'
the nineties
I loved Brazil
The OG Ronaldo
Rivaldo
Roberto Carlos
I liked
Barcelona in Spain
Juventus in Italy
AJAX
Celtic
Man U
Dortmund
And there's
A person
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
knickers underneath
But there's one thing that you'll never understand
Oh there's one thing that you gotta understand
Man I hate your band
Man I hate
And tell your ex-boyfriend to get his bands up (Yeah)
Stop lying know your stick, homeboy, man up (huh)
All my real get money ballers, stand up (huh, Huh)
And tell your ex-boyfriend to get his bands up (Yeah)
Stop lying know your stick, homeboy, man up (huh)
All my real get money ballers, stand up (huh, Huh)
Verse 1:
George
His name is George
We call him George because
Because George is his name
cnd he soars high above
Where most will never go
With his
signed and passed out by P.N. It’s your turn now
Ma know I ain’t a kid nomo no toys I play with bands now
I’m tryna see my fans with they hands out, no
'm blessed
I ain't the best
But I passed the test
I ain't the rest
Move like George best
Win like 6 sets
I still ball with a vest
I'm the man that you can't
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
north the rush is on
George turns to Sam with his gold in his hand
Said Sam you're lookin' at a lonely lonely man
I'd trade all the gold that's
Aye
Got to get it everyday
Yeah got to get it uh
Man oh man oh man oh man oh man
Trying to stack these bands on bands on bands on bands
Yeah I
the top off of that
See my face, love my race, I'm young, gifted
And black
Rubber band money, Pyrex full of crack
Surrounded by the re-up
What's fuckin'
holiday.
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How ‘bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey George
I had to get my bands up
My bands up
No I ain't yo mans, nigga put yo hands up
Run it down, run it down
Aye
Run it down, we burn it down
Aye
I
bands, run it
Fat Man, Fat Man coming
Big bands, big bands, run it
I come up with nothing
Turned that into M
U-S-I-C bitch!
Oouu look I see bitches
I
'm like George A. Romero
Did this shit on a budget of zero, a weirdo, I feel just like De Niro
You talking to me? Man you gotta be clearer, can't hear ya,
You got me spending all these bands on you
Damn girl, I'm hypnotized by how the way you dance girl
We in this club but I'm wishin' I was yo man
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
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