Lyrics:
supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by a whore lady
Now I gotta strangle an (you're crazy), ha
I pop four E's
supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Aw, poor baby, born by a whore lady
Now I gotta strangle an (you're crazy), ha
I pop four E's
wit shorty huh. Take her to tha mall pimp! (ah-huh)
[BOW:] Okay!
[BABY:] show me how lil man roll! (ooowwee!)
[BOW WOW VERSE 1:]
I know this chick
wit shorty huh. Take her to tha mall pimp! (ah-huh)
[BOW:] Okay!
[BABY:] show me how lil man roll! (ooowwee!)
[BOW WOW VERSE 1:]
I know this chick
started to strum
And I wrote this song for her
I drove my truck through the muddy water stream
Grabbed myself a cup of dark Jim Beam
I said honey where you
like a ukulele, cheah
Some of the homies, they go polygamist
Offer the N9na to hit the wiz a bit
I had to reject it, I'm not to give her this
(Count them racks Zest)
Dubyas only baby
Ice Water what they call me
Yes, I am cold man
Porter T. Abominable Snowman
All about my green. Everything
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
Take a walk (Start to pace)
Between a rock (And a hard place)
On a wire (SNAFU)
Quagmire (Catch-22)
Sick and tired (Feeling blue)
It's dire (What you
swimming
In the water with beautiful women
Take it up the creek and I'm wearing Slik Lenin's
Back in my day wearing a cowboy hat
Traveling across the map
What up
It's ya boy D.A.
Triple threat
But right now
I wanna tell you about this crazy broad I know named Debbie
Always getting me in trouble
Almost
some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got
small town blues,
But I knew it well,
That we had somethin' to prove,
Couple country boys with nothin' to lose,
Make it out or die tryin',
All I know is
they go come get 'em
Here I go come get it
Here I go come get it
Here I go come get it
Here I go come get it
One, two, thousand on the floor will make
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
in a nigga game
Hope it ring a bell
Ain't been home in a couple days, been on the road
Married to the game baby, that's how a player roll
Got a fresh
on her knees
Sucking Lil D
Plenty sins
Gotta repent
Swear to god
Don't make no sense
If I hit rock bottom
Rob just like the Grinch
Muddy water
Michigan
A do-it-anywayin'
Playin' hooky from school
A water tower poet class of '73
He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me
Cause I'm skinny dippin'
the chosen one how I'm repairin it
These niggas know they can't compare to me
You can lose yo life boy better think twice I advise u cherish it
Muddy water
closed cause I'm high
And I wish I had not chose to
Roll me a finger cause
They smell like they not s'pose to
Cause we smell like we're not s'pose to
When
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
God, my reality
I'm not measured by tradition, or any type of 'ligion, huh
Not even cosmic dimensions and such
But many fools, they try to post a duel
staring at her eyes baby
Bareng sheba ga ke sbaye
See I got a gift girl and I'm soo glad its you girl
Kannete modimo gafe ka letsogo otletse metlholo
They
there was
Also a touching letter from Anna it made me
Happier than playing in front of thousands
Of people each night, rock-god
Idolization from fans
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