Lyrics:
comedy
My pride
Comedy, comedy
Your style
Comedy, comedy
I'm Your
Comedy, comedy
May I ask You a question, Sir?
If my ego is a gift from You
My
Now here come a disc i play by the King
For love is all I bring
Man say certain guy if get discipline
Make you keep on skanking
Whether fryers
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
There's this book coming out and they asked me to write, uh
Something about Woody
Uh, sort of like, what does Woody Guthrie mean to you?
In
are-you-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like
force one in the A-town,
And you know where I'm headed,
To the Lennox Mall,
To get it done head to toe,
N.W.A. style,
Do it then, Keep it gangsta,
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
I just hope you find a soul that care
Dam I miss that 90's Style
When it was just all so Wild
All the Greats was still alive
Requirement was spit
or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I
or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I
that's my cue
Uh, I carry
Looking for a young Iverson to marry
Watching my calories
I'm a plant-based ho, all about her salary
New style, new hairdo
the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your
R-U-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like
on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched
kill ya know
So every time you walk through the dance
Tell a youte, "Excuse me"
Tellin' a jubie, "I like her style"
She's talkin' about, "Abuse me"
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
gal
It ain't wrong when you have a plan
Ise a zesser, so I don't care about no side man position (Alright then)
This ain't my style but this how it
Style upon style
You no see say me no care
Style upon style me ah give them everywhere
Style upon style me ah give them everywhere
People who hate me
wrong with me
I'm not impressed by you maggots
Falling on the sea
There's something wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with me
But there is
about the people and
That relates directly to
Music and it also relates to
Celebrity and the idea
Of what music does for you democrat is like
Music
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
for you being an Aquarius so we might be compatible
But 40 tattoos and hairy ain't my style
So sit by you phone with my digits in hand
But don't even
her with the gangsta style
Cool, relaxed, bam
Put her in the Benz
Bump Too $hort, let her know
Right off the top, what's my sport
You think long
You
a joke about it and let the laughter suppress it
Until we reach the edge in our head and deeply regret it
Try to harm our selves and hope if u care you go
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