Lyrics:
speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by
all pop off
Don't fear man don't trust no broad
No shame on me when the blame on yall
You ain't from here better watch out, hear a blacouk
When I pull
No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye
They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't one of these house niggas you
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
you in ponds
Send you to meet yo maker if you ever play with mines
Yeah
Michael Corleone, felonious when I talk my shit
Niggas hating on me for what?
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
still feel overheated with shorts on when It's snowing
Unh
I'm so confused
So misconstrued
I been so abused
I don't compute
If you talk bull shit, I'm
for you when nobody was there to help
Left me Swimming in that ocean in the water Michael Phelps
Was so young been through it all they don't know this
, talk, talk, talk, talk
(As I dey work dem just dey talk)
Me I dey work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
(And when I chop they want to chop)
If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle
Problem is when you talk about me nothing is average
And so I planted coded language
In my opus transcript back-mask and anagrammic
Unrecorded knowing they
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood
And you know what?
If a motherfucker come
fuck me with a passion
She already said no
She will never let go
Billie Jean moon walk
Slidin like I'm Michael Jackson
Speard your legs let's talk
Now
lies
Enough is enough so goodbye yeah
You used to talk a lot about me
So talk about, talk about this
Go and talk about, talk about, talk about this
Talk
what
Well you can suck my dick, you can thank a nigga when
Cause we gone bring it to your ass fa sho what, huh
[Rasheed]
Uh 59 I-10, forty five
Six
him?
Now I wanna talk about these niggas from Detroit
Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout Detroit
We put the world onto it so watch how you
of cash can get a nigga bag
But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad
Nigga, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk
Me to you's
when the youngest was born
Ah, but that happens now and again
Ah, she might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
How many MC's must get dissed?
Yo, motherfucker let me speak on this
I be that lyricist, pugilist, with an educated fist
Evolutionist forced to exist
Aang
When I'm on the track and start spitting it
I feel like Zuko I strike with the flames
You don't want smoke with me no way
Like a lion out his
The way you sound when you talk to me, sound like harmony
Talk to me
Talk to me, baby (talk to me)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night
Say you madder than me nigga since when
You mussi frass smoke weed or sip hen
Time fi dead shot a ring like big ben
Take a soul
(Verse)
Dem say me say
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