Lyrics:
it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear everyday
I don't know, maybe it was the rain,
Another gray day, of fault making.
The real test was finding a bucket with enough holes to let it out.
One
tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is
Ri-Ring finger where the rock is
The-These hoes couldn't test me
Even if their name
me chicken legs, they called me four-eyes
They called me fatso, they called me buckwheat
They called me Eddie
This is me in grade nine, baby,
My old boy from the point,
But I'm from Southwest and every
Now and then I get put to the test.
But I can't be stopped,
'Cause I gotta come true,
your lighter in the air, right, right
Put your lighter in the air, right, right
This is going straight to number one, check it out, yo
Chicken head
with fives in his eyes
not that I'm gon cry for Mary Blige
I die for my niggaz packin steel
Chicken heads with sex appeal
reveal sexual acts up in
My old boy from the point
But I'm from Southwest and every
Now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped
Cause I gotta come true
Broccoli, kohlrabi, the flower of cauli
I live for the folly, a flaming tsunami
A neck from a chicken
An eye from a crow
If you're not tryna bounce
Then go
bulletproof, Louis V vest
What I studied in the streets so I'm knowin' it's a test
Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast (DJ Drama)
respect the logo
Still beat if you think you can test me, that's a no-no
Effective with the hits especially when I'm on solo
And aggressive with
of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test
I'm rapping to the beat and me, the groove
And my friends are gonna try
To move your feet
You see I am
troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm
you found me
'cause it won't be long before you have to crown me
If I'm chicken, I'm jerk chicken and we're flickin'
And men die with chicks, so
part of my driver's test"
Yes, it all happened
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park Express
On the Jackson Park
Got 'em
Got 'em
Got 'em upset
(Mad)
(Mad)
Got 'em upset
(Mad)
(Mad)
(Damn)
(Damnnnn)
(Damn)
Say I'm too fly
Caught a birds eye
Out that chicken coupe
Wake up in the morning, wipe the dew from your eyes, now you know it's gonna be another day
I didn't think that I would wake up after last night, but
(Who's Karen? Who's Karen?
Who's Karen? Karen?
Who's Karen?)
Test, Test, Valor
Test, Test, Test, Valor
(That's what happens Karen)
Test, Test Valor
shack, and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life
your Z's, troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye to show you where I come
troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short, dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I'm
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I am Wonder
momma than my momma singin that song
Besides chickens gon' be chickens and ducks gonna be ducks
And I'm all around guerrilla that love playin them cuts
me chicken legs, they called me four-eyes
They called me fatso, they called me buckwheat
They called me Eddie
This is me in grade nine, baby,
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