Lyrics:
at night
I Indiana Jones the mic
My pen and paper
Is my savior
Of a life that would amaze ya
And my poetry reaches out like a taser
If you living in my
'cause it's too many bitches on my dick
Raise up off me, trick
Who motivates the bitches suck a dick, shit, me
Moped they ass to the crib like a Spree
there go bad azz
G'd up looking good shinning in a race car
Rims so big on that bitch look like a fake car ha ha ha
You niggas ya'll gone hate me now
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of em be shot
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Light it
[master p]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun be
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
Nothing can touch the joy I get from the Spirit
It takes me higher than Cheech and Chong
When I'm low, You raise me up
Now I know that Jesus will complete
free features
I ain't even gettin paid like, they scared to get on song wit me
I'll turn their website into a gravesite
You fake thugs wouldn't harm
looking so good I can't pass it up
Looking fly when you walking by
With ass so fat that I had to touch
Give it to you till you had enough
Throw it deep
by Myself is additional
Ya girl got my song on repeat Say my Sound is essential
I'm rude and I'm Arrogant like Granny
Ain't raise ya boy up With No
Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
I look up in the mirror, I see MVP
Got these haters mad, why they envy me
Tell 'em get up on your
my favorite person
But there’s one thing that
Disappoints me when Steve
Passed he didn’t give the
Ideas up that’s kinda
Selfish you know that Elon’s
or even like this song
But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me
I'm
Knock knock open up the door, guess who's there
Told you I'd be back what's with the cold stare
Didn't you miss me
Not good by yourself
Well I'm here
the front and to the back is where she brought it
We can ball we can freak
Come on in up out that creek
You aint billie jeaning me
Gone Girl let us see ah
thing
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come
Or watch as the ones sworn by law protect us
Wrongfully convict us
fine horses now!
Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes!
Nothing can save you now
Except perhaps Christine
(He turns to her)
Start a new life
livin' it up
One way or another you'll be givin' it up, huh
I guess 'cause I'm black born
I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on
But
brother Demond on my receiver
He say where them new songs at, we need ya
(Ahki, where you been at man?)
Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody
Leaving
Nobody has a reason
I'm telling you I'm still
Grieving
Can I see you on the
Weekend
I want to get lose in the
Moment
Please don't leave me now
I'm
at it again
The sun comes up at seven but I'll be on a ten
And you know that's what gets me by
They say you can never get too damn high
Playing my
Me an asshole again!
Tom: What's up? I like your hair
It's very nice
Mark: You like his hair? Oh cool, thanks
He probably appreciates that a lot
Tom:
didn’t hear me clear
That’s what the rewind button is for, go back and forth and try to pause
But that’s for every line in the song
When you listen
Your ears are gonna
Praise me
You gonna want me
One and two and on three
Raise your glass and goody mask
And get down like a krump-king
Like a krumpking
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