Lyrics:
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
because I'm blowed as fuck
But so what
Cause nigga I do this shit
It aint nothing new to me nigga I rule this shit
And everybody I kick it with, I went
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
Never claim you're cold, unless you're from New England used to snow
Driving, swerving,
Three Dog Night?!!
Yeah...
Oh! I love them! They're my favorite band!.. ow gawd.. oh, do you like my new car? I'm ah.. my Dad just gave it to me for
case you ain't keeping up
I'm dishing out cases of that heavy bass
And them bassheads straight from
The oppressor's loins
Are giving us our "Free us!" in
that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin' 'em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance
loins
Are giving us our "Free us!" in hella coin
So bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"
(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein
me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin "yo ma!"(Nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein Nelly,
abdomen and strangle your man
And 'em with your small intestines
I'm what you call a veteran, I'm legendary
And you just a son of
A bitch and it's
many lessons learned from here
I'm telling the people with open ears
Even the partially deaf I hope can hear
When I'm asleep and I drift and I see what
underwood (keyboards, alto saxophone)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
I mean, really, really, I mean, you guys,
What can I say, you guys are my favorite band
You
Free game, man, you know?
What you mean "free game"?
Free game for the F, man, for the free
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
I used to sit back,
the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
need a half-back Bobby boy
Who can run?
There's a man to see you in the office Jack
Bob, I'm going home I've had a rotten day (you are home, Jack)
Free from sin, and I'm free
And I ain't going back again
Shackles had me down but He gave me a new sound
So reclaim my name from the lost and found
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
The star on the Christmas tree when me and Ed Sheeran rip this beat
And like Kendrick Lamar, this dick ain't free
I'm a difficult man with a sky-high
HudMo Dope says "what's up?"
Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space
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