Lyrics:
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
to believe and I’m the author of the diction
The story takes place at a Roots show
I got a little footage if you need it for proof though
On this specific
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
And there was Kiss, David Lee Roth, all kinds of people. My goodness, what a great
day. Anyway, those as I say were recorded and were a special little single
a great big heart and he makes me laugh
And it's the Birthday of my Neighbour's Cat
And if I would be able to believe me I would also like to have a cat
flaw
Listen, He has some great ideas, and He has some terrible ones, alright
One of them is that the wings are so big and heavy
That you actually can't
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
McQueen twirling his
Scarf over his head up in the VIP box
"He’s great, " Arnault said after the show
Giving a thumbs-up
Sign and heading to West’s
Hold tight all the mandem inside the place
This is where it is happening yeah
Skepta, Devilman
This is the big clash right about now
This is how
I prolly fuck more bitches from
St louis than you did!
I still remember when Bill
Collector knot grew big
But fuck ya little brother bitch
If I get
cat like that like that
Delusions acting up and its known from your past
Gotta long list of terrors hitting the lean back great
Since we going left
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
a little mirage
He the type of cat that never had a menage
Backrub, you know a little massage
Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge
I'm in
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
At the time I couldn't see who was underneath
So I came just a little bit closer
Big mistake, no escape, from the poser
Got an eyeful of his blinding molars
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
new shit
A brand new group with my homies Twisted
It's called Dark Lotus, shit I play somethin for y'all?
Hell naw
Now I been hearin' a little
in the sacks.
They were the Fox and Cat in disguise.
Give us your money! they hissed.
But Pinocchio ran and ran. He jumped across a little brook.
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
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