Lyrics:
Am 10000 de coco in buzunar
Ii sparg cu ea
Intre timp mixez la ceva mov in cupa mea
2 g-uri in foaie si dau foc la o LULEA!
Ii dau ceva si dupa o bag
I'm gone to the moon
I'm gone to the moon
I'm gone to the moon
I float like balloons
I'm gone to the moon
I'm gone to the moon
I'm gone
D-line adequate, came in with the pink knits
Organic flow, no need to counterfeit
Maniac, packed, with their hats flipped to the back
Joe, Haak, go-to,
Apollo Control, Houston, 2 minutes 50 seconds from time of L.O.S. Now
Our distance away from the Moon 460 nautical miles, velocity 7417 feet per
Still in Brooklyn
Lullabies chime crooked
For the harrowed and the shook-en
Back to dose me
Back to hold the high closely
For the sparrows
on the paddy wagon like a Pakistani
Packin' a Mac eleven , with a pack of maniacs, eleven thirty
Back at it again, I'm ready for the battle, when and where
Everything on stand by till it's time to take off
Just call me Tyga bitch I'm so raw, so I tell them
Take me to the moon, show me where the stars at
Put me
at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin' bimbo
So quit knockin' at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo, you motherfuckin' bimbo
So quit knockin' at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
sleepin' and the moon turns his back
You crawl on your belly 'long the railroad tracks
And cross your heart and hope to die, and stick a needle in your eye
at the same time
It's off the limbo with Timbo
You motherfuckin bimbo
So quit knockin at my window, you nympho
Maniac, bring it back, now shake it up
Put it
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
a heartbeat to return
Going once, going twice
Sold by the lonely figure, teary eyed and clinging to the final lasting memory of her
Sold to the highest bidder
A-1 Pe$o
Alpaca
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
This is brought to you by (And the beat is so cold)
The legendary, Earth Yarb (Yeah
at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac
He's the neighborhood bully.
Well, he got no allies to really
Wish I could go back in time
Live those moments again
When you where by my side
Kept you warm in my bed
You were the high of my life
And I hope one day
lighting, we moon lighting
Star struck by demeanor (Real n.i.g.g.a)
Put it in her life now I got lil' mama feindin
Walkin' in my shine she can feel
likes and 3.5 million blinded by lies and
Give me some o that mass, gimme some o that cash
Yeah look at me rapping, yeah look at me rapping
Can't talk
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
nympho-maniac
Bring it back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter
gone mash for the pay
Until the last of us passes away
So when you ask bout the boys in the Sc
We move fast and get cash every everyday
So wit bags o
Whoa, whoa, whoa, roll the carpet for the maniac
Tell DC it's the Brainiac, you fake goin' nuts macadamiact
Hold up, you rappers all lies you
back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.
He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay
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