Lyrics:
to the guy behind the counter
And he says "Yeah, what do ya want?"
I said "You got any glazed donuts?"
He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts"
I said
What ho.... sed de ting!
Welcome to "not alot of people know that, part 5." Yes, you lot out there, ah you're so lucky! How can you
be getting so
some
Yeah, I pull up to the crib, pick up 6ix, now we out this bitch
Only thing that's on my mind is, "Put this fucker in a ditch"
As soon as I get
Tiffany diamonds, Ebony, ivory
Baby girl, that's what I see in your life
Right, you must be high as a James Webb
Please, do not speak my name up
spilled
It's on the floor so clean it up & throw it in the trash
& take ya dumb ass to bed with you hungry ass
Hol on what you said?
Stop mumbling
face, nigga
Bob Mojo, what it do? Young Bob's shouts out
You fake niggas act like snakes
Cut your head off and hide your face
Nigga, you, you, you, you,
Fuck yo bitch she whorin'
Got 23 bitches on the T-Bird
3 Plus 3, that's 6 birds
24 Cups, 21 that's 4-5
That's what I keep on my side
If a nigga tryna run
Plus i got a son on a side i bought a house
He's the main reason why i hustle
I'll do anything for that lil man bro
Same goes for my home boys dawg
We
up
And he said look what I be selling
This that mango tango flavoured shit
This shit gone have you tripping on Gahd
I said I'm buying all your stock
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That
in the bright blue sky
Do you notice that more Australian outback animals are wandering by
As we leave the homestead, you can say that you have been
She said to me, My friend, I hope that you won't mind the smell
But could you sit yourself down and hear the story I've got to tell
We sat down
fine
But Bob he's not dancing saying no sir-ee
He's got a lazy eye on a little lady
I said
Go Buddy go
Buddy go
Buddy go
Buddy go go go
I am what I
heavy
And have me and crone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom
that day
We fed the world that day
Well the powerful voice of pop music
Solve the problems, feed the world
So what if there weren't any blacks involved
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
to do
I was there: upset and ashamed of it too
Then I saw Bob once again and he was holding a bat
He told me "What you waiting for? Go home"
And I said
what that heat like
Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO
Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be's like
Method man, turn a dollar
mob
Like Bob said on Natty Dread, you afi dead
If you try us, David vs Goliath
Is the label that I'm on so go buy us
My shit is bias, deep underground
Wake up one morning and that bitch was gone
We not in Kansas like Patrick Mahomes
Over the rainbow and back in the two flat
The witches is too flat,
told me 'bout his brother Damien sayin' that he could create a structure for us
We're guaranteed to make a win
I said I'm in, let the games begin
So
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
made by eskimos
I got extra dough
I got a cold wrist
Look at my pinky ring
My ears look like froze piss
How much yo chain?
How my much my chain?
That's
is here
We know what you be likin'
That's why we keep it gangsta
Weed smokin' while we drivin'
That's how we chase that paper
We posted, servin',
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