Lyrics:
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
And the coupe
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
never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
From a negative and letting them annihilate me
And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
Finna run
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
nymphology
N-Y-M-P-H-O-L-O-G-Y, that's nymphology
I'm not fiction, I'm not fae, I won't lick your wounds today
But I'll throw you in the ring, gift you
won't go underground
And I'm not ashamed of the cross I've claimed
They're taking notes on what we say
You know they'd like to lock us all away
Can't
dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said
is Space Jam
No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen
Motherfucking caveman
Beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money
And I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no
somethin'
No way in the world that you can deny my method
As my record rotates,my words get more impressive
I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
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
Bob Tem?
Tem did not go to Cool leg to think hard)
I'm Bob i'm Bob i'm Bob i'm Bob
(They didn't pay me enough to
Come up with more lyrics hi i'm Bob
a character, action figure
Niggas laugh at ya
You niggas wanna be Migos
But you niggas know that you is not a trio
Sit back and observe I'm drinkin
laughing
I'm V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved
Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves
Sea bass with the white
the culture
Like several vultures, they ain't come after me
Like several vultures, ain't come after me, still, I keep it P
Yeah, we still digress, and I'm
to get mine
Because she knows I'm not to be fucked with
She ain't crazy
Fuckin' with Dre should be pushin' up daisies
She was the perfect ho' but what
(That's a good one, P)
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, uh
Knock down the door, they ain't let me in (let me in)
I'm the type that I gotta win
a dick head, not dildo
I chill though, pippin' in the Range
All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain
Who was first that moved with
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
'Cause it's not about the image, it's the thirst
And how they kill your image with a verse
A hater get it worse
I'm telling every member of your church
him in his hand, like his girl, finger-pop
Ain't no trouble askin', I'm in the bubble flashin'
Walther P.P.K .380, double-action
Played the restaurant,
the Ruger
Nigga stunt if you want and
I'll put one threw ya
Not when I drive by, I'll walk up to ya
Not from across the street
I'll walk up to ya
Homie, you
doin here?
I'm ashamed of you, I'm bein straight
I hate you, I'm not gonna face you
I'ma take you to White Castle asshole
I don't wear platinum,
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