Lyrics:
busy in motherfuckin' '93
Freakin' all the hoes and gettin' plenty pussy
So when it comes to hoes you call me Mr. Peepin' Tom
When you're home
Shepherds from Mount Kailash to Himachal Pradesh found footprints in the snow.
You’re not a langur monkey nor a big brown bear – You’re the Wild Man.
They
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
bury ya
[Aceyalone]
You either got new friends or new enemies
When you show the world ya true identity
You see I move with a God type energy
It's so big
on my casette
We could make a thousand dollar bet
Bobby never failed yet
Bout to strike gold
Got Big Free on the ones and two
Break it down for them one
you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm
But then she found somebody new
I hope Mr. Right puts up with all the bullshit that you do
Stay the hell away,
While I sit here by myself
And figure
four-seven piece of heaven
God never made another in this world
Quite like my girl
The way she moves, the way she grooves
You know she drives me wild
was an axe murderer
Plain and simple
Mr movie book big shot big time was a bad boy
The clowns were the only ones
That ever knew this"
Together, we
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
Now
I could build this
Under the cover of night
Cover of day
Hovering home in the big wild sea
I know where to turn, I just can't feel it
Capture
a lotta birds
Stick it to the man cuz I'm finished living in an absurd
World where my every word's gonna get misheard, Mis
Represented by some wokeman no
simple, Mr. Yates
What, do you mean?
You're the creator
What I saw was amazin after raisin up and
gazin at the vapors that I'm creatin, nights and days I'm
the shores don’t want me to get gore
why lil baby wanted me in her world beat up her wound say she need it more sore
big dawg stepping on that pack for I’m
the beginning, the devil brought his poison in
God had named it sin and it remained ever since
Evil lives by every inch, the world rotting in it's stench
God
sheâ??ll pass the test
And finally send her out into the world somewhere
And though she's grown up I bet I never will forget
Mummy, can I have that big
Freeze!
Getting too wild to respect the vow
I just ain't ready to settle down
My name too big in the ghetto now
Freeze!
Feels like I'm ready
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
no feature ‘less the bag can come with it
I’m 888 nigga I’m big on my bread
Travel the world got two bad bitches with me
Not one of them fat neither
(Mr. Gene Poole)
Lovin' this sound comin out to yo system
I spark to get y'all off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after
murder, it's foul murder
Turkeys to cowburgers the code to I'll murder
Child if you style or wild splurge
Stay away OK, Mr Giles'll hurt you
I ain't
Schaffer: Hello, Schaffer
Erin: Hi, I'm Erin
Schaffer: Erin? It's a pleasure
To meet you Erin
Erin: Oh, likewise! I'm a big, big fan!
And let me just
You know you know
What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world
And all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years
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