Lyrics:
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
Manipulation
No! I never want to be your scapegoat, no no no.
So get off my back Jack, you almost gave me a heart attack
Why don't you take your fat twelve
Jack's heart is cold
Try to bundle up
He saw neon signs hugging plastic cups
There's two dollar drinks Lloyd topped him off
They just called the cab
was sure to go"
"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg"
"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
saw him
I saw him
Laughing
I could hear them
Laughing
Alive
I could hear them
E. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're calling
I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a 'Lex with the gold ?
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda
for the money two is for my niggaz who jack
Niggaz ain't takin that shit no mo' they got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so whatchu wanna
slishal no ne zapisal
Nesmotrja na se. she. a. ne poterjal azarta
Buhaju strogo kazdoje 8-e marta
Sitting in the bath house on the avenue b
And never
I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a 'Lex with the gold ?
Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda
a sua vida
Comandando a putaria, barulhando essas novinha
Pegada de favelado em cima das bandida
Santa Marta 'tá mó paz, Tabajara, PPG
Santo Amaro,
Tut, tut, it looks like rain
He remembers A. A. Milne each time the sky is this kind of grey
That, or his favorite film, Gene Kelly leaping Technicolor
let me hit her up (Thirsty)
White T's in the VIP (Grimey)
Pictures toll booth have the poetry (Thirsty)
A. Z. And cat game (Grimey)
With your hash tag
with no brains got no patience
New jacks I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin'
Musician and flatten composition
A pain, I'm like Saddam
Hi kids. Let’s learn the alphabet this Halloween
A! A, a, a. Addams Family. A a.
B! B, b, b. Bat. B b.
C! C, c, c. Cat. C c.
D! D, d, d. Dracula
Hit it
Its on you
Its on you
M. C. S. A. R.
Right, in the heat of the night
Pump up the party, turn up the light
Back like just
Hazel O'Connor - A. Karner
How many roads had I gone, I got to
Feeling like I can't go on and on
Lord it seems, it gets so lonesome when
You're
for free
Get on the road on a terrific day
Flaunting flash cars and fresh melon cigars
We have got lot of funky comic styles
Tom and Jack
Hit it
Its on you
Its on you
M. C. S. A. R.
Right, in the heat of the night
Pump up the party, turn up the light
Back like just
Never needin' no Coach Carter
Big SUV bitch I never rode Marta
Niggas hate Boat cause that nigga go farther
Woah
I can't waste time on a hoe
You cannot
a loot
If they keep the kid he's gonna do a bit as a prostitute
Owin freak (?) for some T. A. N. G. (?)
From six to sixty-six they count us catchin
Going off
Hitting the f****** jack
Is like
I had to battle for success
Every time that I rap
And every time that I rep
Every time
On the mic
And every
Going off
Hitting the fucking jack
Is like
I had to battle for success
Every time that I rap
And every time that I rep
Every time
On the mic
And every
Hit it
Its on you
Its on you
M. C. S. A. R.
Right, in the heat of the night
Pump up the party, turn up the light
Back like just
the meanwhile, I stayed me and wait,
They life ain't great,
But's better than the jobs from state,
For makin' it, mate, just a Q and A.
Still ghetto wit they
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