Lyrics:
He'll take a jacket, suit, or vest
And clean it so you'll look your best
(pic of Oscar The Grouch, naturally, driving a garbage truck)
The trash
Bet it, bet it taste like candy [Repeat: x 3]
I broke up wit my ex I couldn't take his sarcasm
Everytime we bone I had to fake an orgasm
Moaning
written by E. McDaniel
Here's a little story that I really want to tell
It's about Bo Diddley at the O.K Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't start no
I'm down by law this style ya never saw
I give em jus' a little then watch em fiend for more
Yea they want more they hot and they want more
They love
Never
You ain't never had a friend like me
Believe that
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
See at night, I watch the sky
I take
fuckin' vest
Guess who? I'll make a mess of your crew
Quick the spirit biggie smalls and the comin'on clique, yeah
God bless the dead
God bless
I ain't gon' rest (uh)
It don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest (uh)
You best get on some
choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy
it now I’ve gone too far
I left my sky without your star
For another day, yeah
Now I give a little more and take a little less
From the monkey on my
(Speak to them Jazze)
I
(Yea fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she want
I ain't gon' rest (uh)
It don't take a whole lot to fill up your vest
Then watch your lungs as they spill out your chest (uh)
You best get on some
to me, don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your Jeep
Boom, boom, let that ass sleep
It's gettin' hectic, niggas run, quick
Buckshots are
'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy, salute with your gun
Little baby
Smoking out the local protein
Brokering the rabbit punch
I'm broken, fuck a focus
Group, fuck your folk, and Toto too
The produce of a pencil-neck who
Never
are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.
You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
Your man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't
Bust your guns, uh, uh, yeah
Bonnie and Clyde shit
You hear me? Smell me?
(That's right, you know?)
I'mma take this one straight to the top
and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p****
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take your dime from you (that's
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, speak to 'em Jazze)
I (yeah, fly guy)
I'm way more fly than you (that's right)
I'll take your dime from you (that's
more than a spot order
My flows cause fire then bring holes
Takes more than a pump to out this little punk
'Less that pump is a twelve, and I get
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