Lyrics:
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
recorder turn up the bass
No time to waste just dog the place
are-are-are-Rocket like a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly
In store signing autographs at the mall
Next in line was a fly girl standing tall
Signed my name and said give me a call baby ya know
the girl
yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy,
yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?), you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy,
I gat to hustle for money
So me and we go dey shalaye
È be like say you give me Kpomnome
Cause the thing dey sweet me for body
Wanna fly fly away
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
rockin' a tomahawk jam
And still gettin' fly with the mike in my hand
I'm cold coolin' out, layin in the shade
Dealers buggin cause
my thing
I'm the M, are, N E-Double S
Come on, ah fly girl, and put me to a test
and I'll rock you, until you give me the rest
I keep on it, until
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
de panky 'tween you 'n dem two concrete flamingos ovuh by de steps! you been messin' wit de
E bird o' new jersey, muthafucker! dat kin git you five
Yeh e yeh
Hmmmm hun hun hun hun hmmm
Tomzy e e
Oh uh uh uh
Bob Blaq
Yeh yeh
Bro I'm not your padi
Where were u when I dey soak Gari
When e don dey
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
[Bizzy (Krayzie)]
Pick up you're wings and prepare them to fly
(Bone thug souljah bone thug souljah, souljah)
In the battlezone,the battlezone
grill
Butter fly my steak
Shrimp and lobster on chill
Do it how I feel
Cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya
Plus an L7 could never understand
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
ones
Privilege of race that loves to stand high above of us
Come on... supernatural
Raised flag of univers-e/al savior
Covered by shinning stars
see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you fly, stand by, I stand by tha captain
Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
I stay
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
pooh-butt
Step to me, the cops are still diggin n****z up
What's up? What's up? What's up? You want to try your luck
You move you weave you bob you got
to P.E., MC Lyte ha ha
Robocop, my man Scott LaRock, ha ha!
My man Big Bob, Sidney, haha
And you don't stop, and you don't stop, and you don't stop, haha!
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
hoe?
Boy you hard on 'em - nigga you ain't know?
When you testify, you got to keep it fly
A lot of niggaz lie, shit we do or die
E'ryday we high,
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