Lyrics:
gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these
gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these
false move and I'll blow you away
Superfans wanna run up on me sparkin' the ground up
You need to fall back, could be Narc's around us
You in a hot
Superfans want to run up on me sparkin' the ground up
You need to fall back, could be NARC's around us
You in a hot area for marchin' powder
If you holdin'
multiplicity
If you don’t understand that, then watch whats happening when you kissing me
And this could lead to things just being sweeter than serendipity
Give ear, for the mouth of the Lord has spoken
Give ear, for the heart of the Lord has chosen
To love and to hold a people who could just
Reap what
Sweeter than a fucking nectarine
Sweeter than her favorite ice cream
Sweeter than your last wet dream
I practice eating pussy with a tangerine
Tap
and young, yeah, I'm feeling Egon Schiele
Pity the one, who ain't been by the marina
I was there just before Dark Knight had hit the theater
How I wish I could
Could it be, is everything what it seems
I see your face in my dreams, I chase your favorite color green
I think of you and give a care
I think
sweeter cause I need her
And you think you need her too
But if I need her like I need her
You can't need her like I do
She like a needle by my tooth
Could
I grew up in EV
If you know you know
Man We had so much fun
Even tho we was po
Going to school with roger and frankie
His brother rodgerick
the name,
In the name,
And it was in my belly bitter,
But in my mouth-ah, it was-ah sweeter.
[Chorus]
You understand?
You know what I'm saying?
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Wonder how rare it is
One in a million
You gotta be kidding
You cant be comparing us
That is just careless
Friends with myself
I don't care if you stare
nigga big money talk
My nuts is big I gotta Big money walk
But I got some kllers that owe me some favors where my money could never be good enough
So I
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
back in the distance
That way I could be small in comparison to your descriptions
That way I could be described in somethin' as lowly as scriptures
and I'm trapped in the desert
I never seen a honey sweeter, won't stop
Till I get her cause I need her, my senorita
Mami ven aqui, I wanna be your
Hook:
-he ridding demon hellcat
•but he sweeter than a angel
-know a nigga walk & ride a bike
•but he a killa & gangsta
-say i love ya NUT & then say
so much simpler
And we could hold hands
Like all the other kids would do
And we would have no plans
Cause we were just teens
And guess what teens do
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was;
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
Don't you know, he was the king of saxophones
Yes indeed he was
Talkin' 'bout the guy that made it sound so good
Some people knew him by the Bean
be my mistress
I love the way your body moves
Never could diss it
Looking at your lips
Are they sweeter than kisses
I know that I ramble on
You don't
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