Lyrics:
like I missed your life
Scott Miller
Records full of junk by a record junkie
With more verses than refrains
And more brains than sense
Stand as a record
from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, you're shooting all my balls
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
Too much junkie
from shooting mace
Climbing up the walls, you're shooting all my balls
Wrap it up, call it art, now your record makes the chart
Too much junkie
fixing up a shot
Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie
fixing up a shot
Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie
Mix beat
Mix beat
Mix beat
Junkie expandin' limits
Funky integration
Record needles showin' doses
With white Moses, party population
Peeps catch
greed
So I bleed
This is junkie love when you've got no sugar
You behave like a wretch when you could be the Buddha
You say it's you but I know it's
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass, got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how
Brass Monkey, that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky Monkey
Brass, got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how
soldiers come back with a hand
that holds them face down in our land
Junkie moms in mini-vans
Turnin' blue after meetin' the man
Ain't what you expect in
door
With me, that's how it go, a hundred thou a show
Me making records, movies and TV shows
It equals mo money, mo money, mo money
Mo money, mo
blood like a junkie
Ooh, said that she ain't got
It, better get it, ho
Huh, I ain't got time for no silly ho
She gon eat me in the morning like sum
Jeder dachte damals "Diggah was ist das für ein Spast?"
Aber ich lasse nicht nach, setz' das System außer Kraft
War ein Junkie, doch bald bin ich
Dog Shit Records (yeah), I was gettin' money back with Lou Gram
Cookin' up lean in the pot (good money)
Hunnid bands on me, slide at LD
Nigga feelin'
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
on the rack in your record store(store)
If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated
'Cause we're ever so glad we made it
We work
your mind on a serious tip
Like always I made the beat funky
I keep your head bouncin like a dopefiend junkie
I got to say it before I break
I never
Crackas be trippin' I'm leavin' the country
Itchin' for money I look like a junkie
Bounce back I'm attached to a bungee
Tryna compete but they
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
una morrita y buen provecho,
Hasta que quedemos satisfecho...
Muda mai´ movemos lowkey,
Aparenta chill´ pero e una Junkie,
Que rica la penetración,
Se
classic rock there on the radio
And it was blowing my mind
And it was all the records no one wanted
Now so they were easy to find
So I started getting LPs
Don't let me get it out the mud and throw it in your face
His biggest record ain't even better than my
Uh, yeah
Press Machine (Boy Band)
Yeah,
junkie
I got to say it before I break, I never rap fake
'Cause I'm Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
Short, Too Short
See, I'm
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