Lyrics:
a Range Rover
Like a dollar bill I had to unfold her, ummm hmmm
R. Kells cop three in the shack, Sean Paul
hit the back and never came back
You know we
like a Range Rover
Like a dollar bill I had to unfold her, ummm hmmm
R. Kells cop three in the shack now, Sean Paul hit the back and never came back
You
of the city,
Temptations: Boom, boom-boom, boom
Dennis: It was a one-room shack
That slept ten other children beside me,
Temptations: Boom, boom-boom, boom
we stand
We're not suckers like the Ku-Klux Klan
We give much respect to our fans
Daddy-O's the sucker of the band
Nah, nah, nah yo, Paul's the man
the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles cool-Aid
Jesse took a powder, slicked his long hair back
Put a cartridge in his gun and stepped outside his shack,
Saddled up his buckskin mare and rode off
the time to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid
comes naturally
(Doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack insured his shack
And now he plays with matches
He'll collect, just wait and see
Doin'
comes naturally
(Doin' what comes naturally)
Cousin Jack insured his shack
And now he plays with matches
He'll collect, just wait and see
Doin'
great big world, they’d get their lives on track
Those city slickers never knew they wouldn’t be coming back
Fred did the weather on channel 10 and Paul
Stet appearance react like a deck that's stacked
And like Radio Shack we're all over the damn map
We like cordless mics, we ride ninja bikes
We
to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide
Uh, all I want is head
Gained $30, 000 worth of diamonds
Like a gumball playin' with my money
that's gon' turn a nigga awol
Could've shot with Paul
y'all, while you hope the don fall
But I'll come inside the tunnel, nigga, wit pope john paul
Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm
to spare I just make
But the songs created in they shacks
Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this
And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide
an avalanche
Breakin' branches of green
Every chance he got
Sword swing, like that old king from Camelot
Voice like Paul Robeson
Wit' a Mayweather robe
stack (Bandz)
Spend and get it back
Cant end up inna shack
Yeah I'm flippin packs (Yeah)
And ive got the smack (Smack)
No answer ill call back (Yeah)
Mic inside a jerky shack
Jeffery Dahmer with the knife
You want beef? I sell human flesh
From cuttin' off the faces
People comin’ tryna piggyback
the shack than the track, keep em coming
Ninety days straight grind, fall back, see the money
Addicted to the hustle, to the double greedy money
I ain't
and that was never cool
But Like hand me downs as a gift
It was nothing new
Where I grew, the shack was divided in two,
The dining room, where me and my
gonna get a lick now
Smoking in the shed, shack
Out back, any habitat
In space
Uh huh, check that
Checkmate, Mach set
We got that
Space sesh
Space sex
All
Growed up in the valley
5 miles from Forest Green
In a little shack, it was all we know’d
And all we’d ever seen
Momma’s in the cellar
Drinking
Santa Lost a Ho
2003 Paul Rogers/DumDitty Music/BMI
Santa used to like to chuckle
He’s always been a belly full of laughs
Sitting in his Santa
a track about the fifty stacks that were printed back
In a mini shack out in Trinidad
Take your shitty raps and put them in a sack
Man, the filth is back
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