Lyrics:
My I.T bands My I.T bands My I.T bands My I.T bands
Bands Bands Bands Bands Bands
What you gon' do with the?
Bands Bands Bands Bands Bands
What you
I'm a flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it rough, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be?
ends
Go on and grow it
Everybody needs friends!
If you wanna blow your funky horn
You gotta seek a solid beat
I found a banging bluesy band
Funkin down
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin' to tell you
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery
Considered a B.G, but I'm off
bitch, carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?
Goddamn it, I'm sick of this group
bitch, carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?
Goddamn it, I'm sick of this group
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
Plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama i'm about to react
ANDRE
3000:(hook)
Yep, we ain't just funkin' around
too phony
It won't be one shot ina you heart it will be two or three
Emcee Zee spit poison darts but who's that new homie
We be making nuff true OG's
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
at home you tryna rob
When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys
Girls pile up in Young Zee room
I fucked the wives of about twenty grooms
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
Plaid clash with polka dots I hope you ain't mad
Back up little mama i'm about to react
ANDRE
3000:(hook)
Yep, we ain't just funkin' around
way thing
Now Scott tell a Motorola by high chairs and baby strollers
I be the sun, you be the moon let the kids be the star
I know who you is, you
38 special
When the bank is on you got to beef strong livin' up the ghetto
Me and my niggas walkin' around straight gasin'
Mug on mean funkin' wit
a café
Two bricks of white, they like Mary-Kate and Ashley
Nothin' but that pressure if you look up in my ashtray
Shoebox, stuff it up with Band
twisted, so I cock the biscuit
'Cause shit's thick, some say I'mma bastard of a swift bitch
Negro, funkin' it with the style in your ear, bro
To make you
can see exactly what to do
Please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
Who
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
standards inclining like I'm supposed to
When you stunt and you sprain nigga who you call to
Hoes all up in my business tryna know the work schedule
Dont be
[DJ Quik]
Now...
Now who be the top OG from the W? (Who?)
Gangbang with heat, that's what I'm telling you (You)
If you feel defeat within'll dwell
momma, wish a nigga would try and get on me
I'm the one who slide, givin' dick when yo' bitch lonely
Make yo' ass feel some type of way, like rich homie
Had to put in that overtime
Numbas baby, I can't clock out
This THC make you knock out
I’m AJ widda rounds, fuck her in my gown
This 3rd leg make her
world I hope you're ready for me.
Now gather 'round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground.
I drink up all the Hennessey
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