Lyrics:
the children of the Korn (stop fucking with me)
Dropping smoke in the alley, making noise with the double pump (uh)
Bring your boys to the party we can
the children of the Korn (stop fucking with me)
Dropping smoke in the alley, making noise with the double pump (uh)
Bring your boys to the party we can
children
In the meantime, in between time
Ain't we got fun?
Just to make their trouble nearly double
Something happened last night
To their chimney
hiding something from the rest of us
He's all to himself, I think I know why
He took down the tire-swing from the pepper tree
He has no children of his
CHRISTMAS TO COME
SANT CLAUS AIN'T GONNA FALL DOWN OUR CHIMNEY
OUR DOUBLE WIDE HAS NO CHIMNELY YOU SEE
BUT THAT DON'T MEAN WE'LL MISS HIS PRESENCE
AS WE'RE
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggas is hard headed 'cause we love
children
In the meantime, in between time
Ain't we got fun?
Just to make their trouble nearly double
Something happened last night
To their chimney
when I had to double back from them Ls
Bet he don't double back when he tell
'Cause it ain't no comin' back when you tell
Why would you leave me here
a Benz: how you like me now?
I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town
Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
Am I fucking your bitches? Is it
Far away where I can't touch you
Double beds, separate duvets
Children's playground, no fences
Far away where palms can't touch you
Far away by
all, no matter who
In this democracy"
Next, Pvt jimmy Johnson, he
Comes from Harlem, too
He wanted to be a lawyer but
Left college before he was through
Keep off the grass.
Children at play.
No deposit, no return.
No casting today.
Wait for the dialtone.
Do not fold, do not bend.
Do not open
the heart of
Richard Nixon, find yourself another country to be part of
And here's to the schools of Richard Nixon
Where they're teachin' all the children
children
In the meantime, in between time
Ain't we got fun?
Just to make their trouble nearly double
Something happened last night
To their chimney
wild
I heard his daddy say, boy, you're no son of mine
I watched his uncle whip him hard with a double plow line
I've seen a lot of trouible in my time.
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love
To my dogs, I'm a beast, go hard on these beats
So my family can eat, I'll be damned if I see no income
Here come Jay Rock, they know
Crack music, drug
SET MORE BUSINESS
TO GAIN INCOME
Look pon wi children
And build Mansions
Bright Future
WE HUSTLE HARD
WE NUH FI SLEEP
We look on GOD
He’s
Yeh
Yeah
Mmmh
Thought we go stop
Let you know we ain't stopping
Shit getting sad coss we
Taking to much out
These no income but
But say fuck we go
Don't be silly or I'mma kick it like biggie
Shotgun pump double barrel
Shotgun pump double barrel
Shotgun pump double barrel
Shotgun pump double barrel
Wheezy outta here
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you
It's your boy swissbanc on the game yea
And I have got my nig*as on block yea (on God on God)
We don't fight with nobody (no no)
We don't fight
a brain
It was insane
Oh, they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top
a brain
It was insane
Oh, they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top
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