Lyrics:
burnt ground
When's it going to be their turn now
Is the question our minds ask
But we know it never will be when they're the fire extinguisher
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
long
Vice President Hobbs
would soon be gone
1/2 V 17
When Hobbs suddenly passed
The Republican Party asked,
Teddy Please,
William McKinley needs
See the girl she a bad
When she do that ting
Pon the dance floor
But she no wine for no one
She wine for me
Only the one
See all the Boyz
on the track
Bumpin' Two Dope Boyz In a Cadillac
What's the DJ gonna be spinnin' at the party?
Eric B & Rakim and Biz Markie
Old school
Yeah that joint right
Though I don't know when
There'll be no smokin'
No drinkin'
I'll be doin' a lot of thinkin'
By the time I'm 65
Well I've been countin' my days
And even
hood wearin' timbs and jeans
Lost boyz represent from South Jamaica queens
I'm wit my mens spendin' ends orderin' liquors and beers
Ain't nuttin' new
plenty of choices, and plenty other routes,
And he'd never see me walking in these dead man's boots.
What was it made him think I'd be happy ending up
dividends
I'm tryna get this load off
I've been trappin ain't no middle men
They blowing up my phone bruh
Boy told me to slide but where he at I'm where he be
one foot at a time and keep my head low
And never let go
'Cause if I let go
Then I'll be spineless
I'm going insane!
I think my mind just goes
sailing by
Saskatchewan there's mud in your eye I'm leavin' you behind
There'll be hot-blooded mountain love to satisfy my soul
And the red pines will
anymore
All the rams are chasin' ewe-sheep
All determined there'll be new ship and the ewe-sheep aren't even keepin' score
Because it's June, June,
(like you got yen)
Let's stop pretend, the ones that pack pistols by they waist men
Cristal by the case men, still in they mother's basement
The pretty
cowboy's fourty-four
When the smoke clears there'll be a new brand on his eyes
This is my cowboy's last ride
Oh I hate to see him go but I won't be
Strangers just disguised as your friends
Never again ?cause now you know
That friends will let you down
Friends won't be around
When you need them most
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
along
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me)
So don't do drugs (kiss my motherfuckin' ass)
So there'll be more for me
along
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad (South Park is gonna sue me)
So don't do drugs (kiss my motherfuckin' ass)
So there'll be more for me
There'll never, never be another
So forget about your foolish pride
And let's get back together
Listen
Who cares who was right or wrong
I just know I
repeat 2X)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though you strip for tips I place no one
timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
aint nuttin new to this
we've
timbs and jeans
Lost Boyz represent from South Jamaica Queens
I'm wit my mens spendin ends
orderin liquors and beers
aint nuttin new to this
we've
wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin
give up the code if you hit her fo' sho' and no I don't think that you're pretty
Oh that's yo girl on the floor girl
Keep talking shit, there'll be no
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