Lyrics:
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
on or faking being Fine
I need to see if this pain is willed
Was it created by design
Botched experiment of the Divine
I don't know but
Gimme the half the will
me, no matter how long it took me, don't you
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Love me (love me)
Calm yourself, fighters, calm down
Do you rip up dollar bills when no one's around?
Swore the semi-century would suffer no hunger of sound
Fill
pt 1 C2
It was a sad sad day, when mix, he went away
The 2 Live Crew would never be the same,
Chibby Chibby Chibby, Leroy and skillet,
Needle drop
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper,
Fuck it painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep,
it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I was
The locusts are singing, the sun is red
It's gotten so late somehow
There's gonna be trouble, you know what they said
We should have been home by
make a killin
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel
the gurney and ya'll can speak on my soul
It's time to get on the road
And it don't matter where I go bet I can make it my home
See this that food for
started givin' up the booty
In school, stuck up, head in a feather
Every time I asked her for the time
It was never ever once she would talk to the Ren
I'm
Than necessary but that
Their fears were making it harder to
Surmount adversity in his inaugural
Address to the country
He said that he would not ignore
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
and goblins just tryna heal
Started off with a dream
Living environment no as bad as it seems
From a rapper so lucky to be
That would be me
But I feel like I'm
rather make a killing
My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she spill it, Imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
substitutin crack for music
I mean dope tapes
This is how we would make it. (There it is right there)
For all you playas hustlaz ballas and even
You know how I'm coming
Foot on they neck, I'm head hunting
Quit all that bluffing
Niggas know I got flows by the dozen
Came out bussing
Jaw on lock
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
it to death, now watch me
Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle
And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'
How I'm
started givin' up the booty
In school, stuck up, head in a feather
Every time I asked her for the time
It was never ever once she would talk to the Ren
I'm
Promised momma I would get it
Stack this money to the ceiling
Once again man it’s fuck how u feeling
I gotta watch for the serpents
Stain that Nigga no
at all
All the chances that have passed me by
Would it matter if I gave it one more try
Would it matter at all
If I wasn't here tomorrow would anybody care
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