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Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
I'm on the west side of town
A tiny little spot where it all goes down
A black new world in the bottom of the village
With cute little girls in their
a row?
When I felt that burn, I palm the clitoris, I'ma get her wet
Sorry to get carried away
I feel stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never
to let them know that I'm on
I go ham for my funds
Sherman Klump , I'm Nuts for my Prof
When the lidge ting wouldn't work
Had to step to the streets like
and shit
(Fuck that!)
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Whether we lovers or friends, we'll
the opposite of intervention
I celebrate my independence
By smoking on that presidential
Yo, Wally Clark, thank you for the instrumental!
Yo this a Wally
Hey!
Had a girl and she did me wrong
I didn't let that kinda shit go on too long
Split the clouds and divided the sea
Showed that evil girl how
got the wicked style
I like the way that you are
I am your biggest fan, oh
Harajuku girls
I'm looking at you girls
You're so original girls
clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
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Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that
that?
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures
What about the book?
What about the book?
Did you give the publisher the book?
Yes
Good
get back to my own yard I'm married
Little did she know I was talking about money this age group of females so bummy
Like how you gonna go splash a rack
Bobby Valentino
Ayy, yo, Tim, drop that beat for me
Ayy, girl check this out right now, uh
Say baby what's your story?
You got the goods it's
Bobby Valentino
Ayy, yo, Tim, drop that beat for me
Ayy, girl check this out right now, uh
Say baby what's your story?
You got the goods it's
where's my dad?
Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would
considered a nice, but not all that precious gem… and that’s where the truly Machiavellian genius of these motherf*ckers kicks in.
Or, more precisely,
my brother's crib (Grrah hee)
And if we see em on the mains
That's fire on the mains (Huh fire on the mains)
Got a little three-two concealed in my
to the bar, drinks on us
If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangstas, ya'll go 'head
I'm just gonna count a little motherfuckin' bread
If ya'll wanna slither
Mamma, she's still got that picture
Of me and Katie on homecomin' night
She looked pretty in that fancy dress
But that girl was a barefoot blue
at, I'm tryna dump
But, I'm in yo b**** in her rump
Too much, I might get numb
I could never be dissed by Sherman Klump
Like in the club, I ain't doing
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
you wanna be famous, get rich, come lambo
Gotta get courageous, take a risk, go scramble
Niggas be hatin' with the hurt they can't channel
That's why
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
as i drop
the flowers on the casket
as i pass it by and wonders why
and tell how many more homies got to die
before they realize that life is quicker
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