Lyrics:
The way they hate on Godi and Ubi is fuckin' comedy
The combination so uncommon a cause of company
To covet me and cover my cost, cousin, now come at me
My
feat. Nelly
[Intro: Nelly]
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho
Can I get a hey hey?
I get a ho ho
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
[Verse One].. What's
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
the honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way there over there by the apple tree
Now, look-a-there
She kind-a, big n' fat
Now, look-a-there
A-but it ain't like that
Now,
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr.
some Dre beats
No, I should hook up with Tay Keith
Fans keep on pulling me one way
Haters pull me in another
Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee
(Told Lee he'd be a millionaire)
I come from under the bottom, my nigga
Them people ain't really gon' like this
I got Ducati and cash in my
Wallbanger
Conceived in the fire by you warned through disasters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr. Funkee, yes girl the black mack
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
written by Brenda kid
Prove you the best I'll delete all the evidence
I'm In the league with the legends and
I'll shake the game up ill etcher sketch
Y'all
duck boy admit it in my stomach it is pitted all the untruths get fact checked by the critics while this acid reflux got me light on the citrus I'll take
respect
I heard of people getting killed in the booth
But ain't seen it
I almost got killed by the booth
The Abe Lincoln
Penny for y'all thoughts y'all way
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
back and slashed his goofy self and then took the silvered cup
Man, that was insane. Glad we got it back though
Bro I remember
Lee... where is it
Uhh, I
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
bell-bottom Lee suits
Me and Kenny couldn't afford that
So we would go to the park when they was jammin' to hear rap
I used to listen 'til the cops broke it
Just like this album on the way he got a date
Blood in the street it look like Bombay
I'll squeeze this motherfucker til my palm ache
And, none of my
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
a vibe
Album on the way, Getwright, staying offline
Bright lights, I know they gon' see me
I do shit, make these niggas wanna be me
I'm the type, when I
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
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