Lyrics:
Richard)
They call me King Richard
(King Richard)
Now call me King Richard
(King Richard)
Bitch I’m King Richard
I made a promise to keep all
I guess I better get on in the house cause I don't want my pastor to catch me out like this.
Open the door, Richard!
Now look at that old woman
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
the toughest nigga you ain't gotta fear me
Gotta watch out for the fakes because they don't be actin' peery
I keep bro right by my side
I swear to God you won't
We walk down the avenue like
We're getting nowhere by the end of the night
Under the light of the street lamps, the street lamps
Don't care 'bout
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
shootin' (yeah)
Yeah, two twin Dracos, leave a loose goose (oh yeah)
Yeah, two twin hoes, I ain't know what to do, yeah
I don't mind touching your body
someway
I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha
If its the last thing that I do
[Missy Elliot]
I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha
And it don't matter if
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
Cito
Hear me now Mitch Mula
Drop that bumboclaat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast
Couldn't keep his
don't cry
What you gonna do
I'm sorry that you got raped by them two
Big ugly scare mean and hairy guys
But don't cry I I I
So what you're mamma is
I guess I better get on in the house cause I don't want my pastor to catch me out like this.
Open the door, Richard!
Now look at that old woman
no time to explain)
Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight
Richard sits in the doorway, a bottle in his hand
People pass him by 'cos they don't understand
He served his country, in a foreign land
In his head
they don't know I'm really OD
Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese
Just free the real until they all free
Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh
Richard
figures into 4
The I do shmoney dance
14 bands by December
tell em
Don’t watch my gram
Yea they fucked when I pop
And I hop they understand
If
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't)
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't)
Come on and wake
you offer me none of that whiskey don't need no wine
Gotta get that semi down the line
Sure good to see you again Jack been a long time now
How's Flo
back to stay,
But I say...
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love
elliot, oBE?
(Uh, well, I don't know the book, sir)
Er, never mind
Never mind how about 101 Ways
To Start a Fight? (By?)
An Irish gentleman whose name
unless it's bout deposts
I don't want fuck right now bitch I got options
I got a bitch in Gretna from hawaiiii
I need a foreign bitch widebody something
hands am sorry
Am just stopping the suicide at night
Don't wan drop any Badgers am Elliot the hedge
Am in a fucking trap cage called a cell
Where the hell
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