Lyrics:
home
Wild and loose, everybody know you got to be
Wild and loose, ain't nobody cool but me, now break it down
"Kim, wasn't the concert great?"
"Oh
It, alright, ooh. We better start this song before I get hungry. This is
Called 'Morris' Nightmare'."
Down in the islands where the happy folks
I'd be so sad, if you didn't break down and let me in
You better let me in, baby. Don't you know
If the Kid can't make you come, nobody can
Am I
touch the tie?
But I start on full wit a gangsta limp
Morris couldn't see this pimp
I'm backslappin gimps
True, I'll be in the cut, but you
the ground under my feet
I got calluses there from me running the streets
Nowadays I just let my mouth run on the beat
And I stay away from those that just
cold
Every emotion in my body feeling hella froze
Got Broke down pick me up like I’m Derrick rose
Blind to the streets needing Morris code
I’m in
Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the real life "Ricky!"
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New
.... Time to get down to the club. And you ain't gonna like what's happenin'.
Oh Lord!
Ah, excuse me, excuse me.
.... Morris, Morris!
Get these people
Now the south side of Chicago
Is (it's) the baddest part of town
And if you (you're gonna) go down there, you better (just) beware
Of a man (cat)
the tie?
But I start on full wit a gangsta limp
Morris couldn't see this pimp
I'm backslappin' gimps
True, I'll be in the cut, but you notice me
Try
Southside Mez, was he outside, was he really really really outside? (YES!)
Was he with your bitch beating down the block with the Alpines? (YES!)
Stines and the Morris yeah I thought you was for us
Yeah Stines an the Morris I thought you was for us well
Obtuse hit you with the deuce
Got me
all-black lenses
(Waiti'm not done)
I thanked Jesus at the awards
I'm never going to hell call me Zack Morris
I'm saving you by the bell
My girl says I'm
up with chips down
K Federline the game giving money a bounce
Bounce, who get's on top of you
I should be probably popping you
Throw you under the bus
Bow down overdweller!!
Bow down overdweller!! Titan!!
X3
Bow down overdweller!!
Bow down overdweller!!
Bow down overdweller (under the weight)
Bow down
thug nigga, you ain?t bugged nigga
I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga
Who want the whiplash? cigarette burns
Broken face hair
you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be
Been trying to get under my skin
Baby that's a pin prick
I only play the game to win
I'm crazy, bitch I been lit
Sometimes I feel i got no feelings
shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls
While you work
stuck down under cos I'm on a travel freeze
This has given me the chance to see the Aussie south-east corner
I am grateful for what's happened I ain't
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
him
Shooting us down in the street like we nazi soldiers
Daunte Demetrius Wright
Marvin David Scott III
Patrick Lynn Warren Sr
André Morris Hill
camuflado ou cara trancado C2 sta na via
É fla ma esta preocupada pamodi C2 ta morri qualquer dia
Bitch im stuck at the top line and you know nobody can move
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