Lyrics:
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All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
Gaithersburg, right in Old Town, the shit was insane
I'll never forget it, and that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!
That's right man, we just
Had him dead, on that bed
I just want that bag, and it red so
Take that mask off, Fred
That's my friend
Don't know what you said
In my head
I just
strapped like dykes
Everyday Fred, that's my life
How you black like rice, when black not white so that's not right
And your ass not light
Your brown skin
Broski said
Stay out the roads and use your head
But I guess it was meant to be like Fred
If she Talk bout kids bro I got to jet
Saying slide through
Bro
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred Sanford and welfare mentality helps to
Keep me grounded, that's why I never
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
will never let you go
(now what you call that)
Said I got I got I got I got your back boy
(you got my back right?)
I got I got I got I got your back boy
the bed head
Who is it? (Fred) Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
By that time someone jumped in the window
Now what the fuck was I do?
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
choice.â??
â??Thank you,â?? said George. â??Nobody ever told me that before.â??
â??What brings you here?â?? asked Fred. â??This is no place for a boy
my) Like the white women said oh my
Oh my, my, my, my, my
Ohhh
Oh my, my, my, my, my
Oh my
I don't feel right deep inside
Feeling like I need
get Money and I fuck Bitches
And they bout to fade ya hood because ya Big Homie out here snitching on Black and White
Catch you right there
to yeah, she go get ahead
I feel like I work at subway, nigga, I get the bread
I got a white plug and I think his name Fred
I got a white plug and I think
gone by the start of damn year 2
What a man to do?
When he lack knowledge
Taking out loans just to keep his car polished
Late payments got that boy
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
with these police niggas or these bitches
Said they gon' ride, but they the ones snitching
My shawty gon' ride for me, bro, she the realest
Hit from
on his nose and began,
Peck, peck, peck! At last Pinocchio's nose was down to its right size.
Now, said the Fairy, if you promise to be a good boy all
hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right
For settin traps little accident murderer
And I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisonous gats attack
babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right?
We gotta come together
We gotta fight for life
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