Lyrics:
Mr. Super trick, Mr. Super snitch
Yeah, you wanna kill me 'cause I fucked ya bitch
You shoulda your cape on tight that night
'Cause a nigga like
emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you
phony (phony)
They say Rob, "I got your back", Rob, "you the man"
But they really doubting me, bitch you know who you are
Bitch I bought you a car,
about a boy like Hugh Grant
Now I'm a young man doin' things you can't
But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
I campaign hardly
My damn chain glitter
about a boy like Hugh Grant
Now I'm a young man doin' things you can't
But you can't call me Champagne Charlie
I campaign hardly
My damn chain glitter
can't see me
I quit school 'cause of recess you fuckin B.G. (pump, pump)
I'm shaking up the party, like Lodi Dodi
Is he the dopest? You better ask
man, increase the plan
The master plan, yo, I'm buggin' out
'Cause the weed got me buggin', plus the Guinness Stout
Grand Wizard, yo, you my physical
if she can do me, shawty, yes you may
See, the whole rap game soundin' like me
Who that on the drums? Man, it sound like P
Shawty say she horny,
Man's Key
Your new to this but we been vinyl hogs
You talk pussy like Vagina Monologs
You walk rookie, probably mistook me for a fed
Cause I moved in
and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my arms on the railroad track
the papers scriptured
Had him on the front page in his graduation pictures
And they probably never hit you if you brought your glock
Me and my gat like
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Me go with mi amigo, to see the Man named Chico
The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
out the hood
But can't take the hood out me ('cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto, niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your
with the dope kick in
Fuck a rage ? feel the 44 shot deep with in
Bitch niggas can`t fuck with true niggas by nature
And believe me dog you got
and Rocket League, man we vegging tonight
Midnight praccy at McPhee got me wanting to die
Get back to Dirty Murr, hit the cart 'n' get high
(Sir, can you open
And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
[duo] what goes up, must come down
But not me clown
I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
If I ain't satisfied
Love can make
Make a stronger man
But you don't love me (you don't love me
Fuck around with Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you can't get wit me
I wanna see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me
jingle, dangle
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bo jangles
(Here is something you can't understand)
Tell me y'all, who's the man?
Who's the man?
(The
living hell with all time to battle
The funk ignited, hands are writing, brains dividing
I'm coming out excited
Like I'm Blackula, a better man that
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
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