Lyrics:
Raggare is a bunch -
Raggare is a bunch, bunch, bunch -
A bunch of motherfuckers -
A bunch of motherfuckers -
Raggare is a gang of freaks -
Who
another paper to elevate my mind
Not knowin' if the owner's cool or not
I just got a show to do and a bunch of fans to meet
So if I'm not in my best mind
The sugar mill owner told the strikers I don't need you to cut my cane
Bring me another bunch of fellas your strike be all in vain
Get a bunch of tough
a bunch of muts
Why cause it's just Chores & Consequences
Mom then said mind as well clean up da room
Then hand me da broom i said why
She said ask
comes out when they move they lips
But a bunch of gibberish
cnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
cnd all I gotta say is
I'm here
I got what you
you think investing in penitentiaries though?
Same owners as them labels
Same owners of your cables
Spoon feeding you fables trying to keep your mind
a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your master (it's true)
away from the hoes and snicthes
And I was always reached for the sky, I don't know why
I'ma little bitty kid wit' a whole bunch of gangsta wishes
gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin' racist bastards (they do)
And I told you once befo' that you should kill your
your birthstone feel like rhinestone
The caterpillars that had buried inside my belly
Started to flutter before I learned how to fly
I had a bunch
bunch, strong and proud
The urban rural blend paints the canvass of this market town
Down south they aint as friendly community is at our core
Bare
believe corporations runnin' marijuana? (How that happen? Ooh)
And your country gettin' ran by a casino owner (ooh)
Pedophiles sponsor all these fuckin'
on a Monday than you make in a year
Aw yeah, order sity-thousand ones
Told the owner 'bout to break a record
Hit the parking lot, it's lookin' like a video
Tell the owner them is all my guys
So tonight everything is on me
The drinks is on me
The bitches, the hotel,
The weed is all free
Get high, I mean so
how you can break Rambo
That's just a bunch of mamba-ja-hambo
Propaganda, save it for Savanda
Joe and Amanda, Zach and Alexandra
Don't let the folks
come up
Where I'm from, we learn that
Hesitation aint the way
A gun is dedicated to repair the corners
Yeah, cause we the owners (Owners)
Very calm when
the way from the down low
Selling heavy dubs off every owner's brownstone
(Nigga what u want)
If you looking for dolla
Better come out more
Bitch
I posted
on me
I’m on orchard
Fountain going
Fresh poured soda
Water near me
Feeling gorgeous
Grow your owner
What the florist ordered
Sustenance with
stupid
I go dumb
I go stupid huh
Stupid huh
Stupid
Star boy Imma bright kid
Picture glowing on my licence
Tenth grade I was in accounting
Doing owner's
We've been rockin' for years, playing all the bars.
c bunch of chopsticks and some Play-Doh guitars.
Playing other bands' songs for a rusty crowd.
mamma say Hey
Fellas, if you love your mamma say Hey
Women like Biddie mason were amazing
She was born in captivity enslaved and
Then her owner moved
looking Like a bunch of dogs straight foaming
Out the mouth
Better take y'all to the vet vaccinations all Around got a collar on your neck bet the Owner's
Looking out his window (Get it together)
Wondering if he is now the owner of a complex
Living in the projects
Yeah well, uh, mama's living on welfare
flipping like a cartwheel, nigga
Bricksquad, we a cartel nigga (Ayyyyy)
Fuck talking let the rubber bands get cha
Big dog I let a bunch of runts sick ya
Sick
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