Lyrics:
abundantly clear
If you ever needed proof
Don't worry, I'ma show you the truth
Life is hanging by a string
Ill tie the noose
Guess it makes me a nuisance
So
people in my head, I assume
I'm making hard judgements, I just wanna show the truth
Baby girl, when it's just me and you
The moonlight hit you just right
important
Listen baby, would I lie to you
Just to run my fingers through your pukes?
Don't talk to me that way!
I am not a groupie!
I never said that...
I'm
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
Party people
Yeah
Tag Team music in full effect
That's me, DC, the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Rollin
We're kicking the flow (we're kickin'
Party people
Yeah, Tag Team music in full effect
That's me, DC, the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Rollin
We're kicking the flow (we're kickin'
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
For your Carolina brother
[Verse 1:]
Unexpected, that’s who I am
That’s what made me, all on gods hands
Compromise, Produce, mix, master my own tools
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Slow grind better then no grinding
Easy to say harder to show don't tell me show bout it
It get spooky better know bout it
But I got hallows ween
On The Dance
I Know You Wrote That Lyric For Me And JME
So Don't Even Bother Explaining It
Your Guntalk, I'm Not Entertaining It
I Show Love But Your Not
the ass glass
I'm a Gorilla, call me Sasquach,
and I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H.
Light up the purp, pass it like Steve Nash
Bitch your so hot i give
sure when I show you love
You show love back the same
Uhh, got my shoes, got my hat, got my suit
And I'm ready to go now
Oh yeah
And me and my
high school but still
Can't pass your math exam
Now I'm bouta come back with that
Belt up in my hands boy talk back again
I'm not one of your little
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
me your flaws
Show me what makes you a person
Show me who you are
This is all that I play
By ear
This is all that I need
Right here
If it can be
the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
in my game, if you cannot hang
Get the fuck up out my face and let me do my thang
Now
Show your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit
sneaky talk so keep it quiet u heard
Allota niggas be so loudly they show up like 69
But I got all these eyes on me I’m been ballin like Steve nash
forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when
forgive you by and by
You, I would die for you, yeah
Darling if you want me to
You, I would die for you
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when
“Fish On”
music and lyrics written by
James Grogg
Somewhere down long the Florida Coast
There’s a creature lurking in the Gulf
That’s ready to show
ahead
One hundred miles on my hands
Do I need to show you?
Guess I gotta show you
And if you don't believe me now
I'll flip the whole world upside down
Do
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