Lyrics:
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
you a bitch
Funny how everybody want to switch
I been alone, these thotties on my dick
Way they be thottin' really got me sick
Bruce Lee, get hit with
doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body)
[Queen Pen]
Niggas talk shit on the regular
And those be the ones that sweatin ya'll
Wether
town
All the ladies fall for Frankie
Sayin', Frankie Lee, how can it be
Of all the men here, you're the only one
Who's got the key, to set us free
L-double-E, B-O-Y
Lee Boy, Lee Boy, he's our guy
The world's best piper, you can't deny
L-double-E, B-O-Y
He won't do kilts, yeah, he wears
that Jah, make it diverse
(Shaggee)
Ayo, Ben
What you wanna say about the school?
You wanna say that we be run by some mother fuckin' fools
A bunch
to be
A state approved fortune teller
I had no idea someone might come to me
For anything
Lee
Please try
None can quite say why
Fortune tellers lie
Why
It was supposed to be a war song
A love song
Talk about us
Not the virus
Us
Wike Lee
Buhari oh
Mandela lee
Make una see oo
Wike lee
Buhari oh
Azikiwe
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
me I’ll be around the town
You can ride with me we can go around
That's all I need that's all I need
Cruisin' down the street with you tonight
That's
and you will never fade-uh
[Chorus 1: Ms. Toi and Murphy Lee]
Go and tell that girl Ms. Toi what you want to be
Go and this stylin chick who you want
Excuse me, uh, ladies and gentlemen?
We regret to inform you that the rock band Warp 97
Will not be joining us this evening
But instead, here
And they won't stop fucking with me, so I'ma fuck wit nigga's
Na-na-na-na-na, you can not fuck with
That nigga Tech N9ne, coming wit that rough shit
can I explain?
I'm not sure why that came out that way
Your kisses so sweet it can't be beat
Have mercy baby, baby lee
There's no use in bugging me
I do adore ya
Vicky Lee, oh Vicky Lee
Won't you grab a cup with me
Misses Vicky, Misses Vic
What is this some kind of trick
How could I be so love
Yeah, we could be superstars (I gotta get this off my chest, ya heard me?)
We been rather wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
I forgive you for
(Watch my feet)
I was countin' down the clock
Three seconds for the shot
I be cookin' Curry pot (Cookin')
She was lookin' and I'm not
I was drivin' by
smoke so you can hear my speakers blow
Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig?
And I got some shit I'ma put you on
I'ma put you on that shit I be
that bag
Stay in my lane can't swerve won't crash
Marijuana, that's just my match
Make my mind go surpass
Too the top
How could you be mad?
Don't
It was many and many a year ago
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee
And this maiden
fine ass
I was blinded by bomb sex
Shorty got that Iraq
Woulda went to war for that
Kick it like we Jet Lee Jet Lee Jet lee
Pocket full of money money
do you make of that?
Cause Billy DeLions threw the lucky dice
Won Stagger Lee's Stetson hat.
Bayo, Bayo, tell me how can this be?
You arrest
I got this Japanese girl, man Lee, man
Takes good care of me (you're a liar)
Yo, she's so def, man
Wipes my butt (that's a lie)
Everybody be beefin,
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
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