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It's a dangerous animal. Quick, throw it in the trough.
Wise Man 3: No it isn't.
Mandy: Yes it is.
Wise Man 3: No, no, it is an ointment.
up, before I
Pull from the waist, that's draw strings
I'm a hustler
I got it out the mud like Swamp Thing
I made somethin' outta nothin'
Like my
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
Well, it doesn't matter. Will you go and tell your
master that Arthur from the Court of Camelot is here.
GUARD #1: Listen, in order to maintain
Am the type make it away
But they lough at me when they make it out
Maybe I should stick on neck
Am the kind of deaf but I heard enough
Grab ma
mud on her, God dammit I am misogynist
I slap Linda Ronstadt with a lobster, throw her off a balcony
Just so happens she's fond of algae
'Cause now
country
Sunset in the background never gets old
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal
Yeah
Okay, uh
Ahem
Every snake will shed its skin, I think my time has come, yeah
Yesterday I was a snake in the mud
That's because I never knew who
but can have
Some niggas touch you nigga, fuck you!
When I throw up some fingers
It's not a gang sign
Lame, when it came time I chose a lane
Over change
never would change me, No it never will
Watch how i fuck up a bag, did the shit all on my own
A couple of years ago down on my ass
I had to get in
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
On the bus in disgust will I able to throw rocks in my pocket
Nickel sacks in the other
For po-pos who watch, can't stop, it's hot
But I gotta make a profit
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
feel not high enough
In the field had to light it up, see 'em switching but they not with us
End up missing from a lot of us, with the crops buried in
shakes it off and makes some sort
of humorous remark about the horn to the gallery and they eat it up.
Champion: Let?s get the ball back on the field.
Taxiderm' your bitch head
Mount it on the wall (it's MO)
Throw it up, nigga, we stand tall (it's MO)
You know what the fuck we stand for, it's MO
Too many
strap she grinding slow she
Want it bad introduced her to Some shit
I know she never had Aye yeah
Push it Push it Push It and throw That ass back Push it
not touch iron or you're getting burned
Get it now? Thinking bout never fitting in always sticking out
Slumped, getting jumped couldn't run had to stick
Break it down now
I said big up big up
Issa stick up stick up
And I'm blazin' on a nigga if they hiccup
Like Biggie opposite of peace
In the Isuzu
baby in peace, spending some QT
I been it, yes, the only Nas I heard is from QB
Used to shoot groupies, now I shoot movies
And try to stay away from
What does it matter
What price I pay
They're braggin' about your sugar
Brag about it all over town
Put some sugar in my bowl
I feel like laying down
out
Depression's a hell hole
It sticks like it's Velcro
So pedal to metal
To the full amount
Gotta start some ideas
Uh, if I took a guess
Gotta dress
into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I probably will
from the bottom up out West, CMGB shit
Right by the fax , catch me rollin' up some thrax I'm lit, up out the mud, no I cannot allow no rats and shit
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