Lyrics:
in big bones call out 4 door,
Might flex on my ex pulling up in 3 double O,
I creep slow when I’m sippin on the Moe,
Attitude on go when I’m dealing
the
First musical act to appear in a
Talkie film, The Jazz Singer
In 1927 unfortunately it was performed
By Jolson in blackface
(3) Maharanee: The wive
a call, and maybe we'll hang out next week."
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by."
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care,
rapper"
And told 3H that told the heads of the Capitol
And right, the day I'm talking about, I planned out everything I was gonna do, man
I had picked
those security guards threw us out
You know, I bet if we unraveled that sucker,
It'd roll all the way down to Fargo, North Dakota
'Cause it's
those security guards threw us out
You know, I bet if we unraveled that sucker,
It'd roll all the way down to Fargo, North Dakota
'Cause it's
lipstick made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door
We lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it
lipstick made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door
We lit out of there in that Chevrolet
I put in on the floor and it
are full
Kush got my head propelled to outer space, my body sitting down on Earf
We're whipping out without a trace and leave your face flat down in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
fucking up my black community
And we ain't doing no more interviews
'Til we get paid out the frame, like motherfucking Donahue
We're taking over radio,
(Beatin)
Maybe it's cuz I'm better, we not even (Even)
You started talking, better not be leavin (Leavin)
I ran up on him and he started freezin (Freezin)
man, Ima shine like the sun (At all!)
Like the Warriors, game three, man we already won (Chi-ching!)
To me these rappers is food
Put a fork in him, he
questioning
This new president
Nuke threatening
News meddling
All on Twitter better pipe down fore you get sniped out
All inside of the White House
It's lights
goin' on folks brought you a brawl
It all started in ya home
Check the background
St louis clown from the U Town
Fourteen, pimp of the year like Dru Down
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
the cabinet
Grab a bad bitch
There's a party up in here
And we barely getting started
Doors unlocked
Welcome to my spot
You can drink in here
As well as smoke
the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackel
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind
sent to attack, so I'm following the map
X's mark the rappers out with two head with
Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
Step by step
my grandma, my grandma flipped out
And said, "We ain't gon' have no evil in this house"
So I rolled out, scoped me a house and sold out
But I fucked
box, cracker took my mat I was sleeping on rocks, I was counting down and watching the clock, November when I dropped, 2019 a nigga was chilling by 2020
don't know (oh)
Down the hall
Punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too
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