Lyrics:
You a 2 bit sucka and a 2 bit fool
You got your 2 bit skills from a 2 bit school
It's funny how your only raps are rhymes about your raps
When you
and I do, I say I do
Mama I do
Two bit manchild I was
Born for nothin' mostly
Good time with sometime women
Nothin' ain't ever hold me
You can't
I tell man prove it
Pick up the weight and move it
I'm a real G like 2bit
War with me he won't choose it
I tell man prove it
Pick up the weight
a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Let me count the ways; I six, seven, ate my words
Right from the silver plate, we checked in,
a bandit.
Just a no good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
Let me count the ways; I six, seven, ate my words
Right from the silver plate, we checked in,
Their last two bits
Puttin' on the Ritz
(Boys, look at that man puttin' on that Ritz)
(You look at him, I can't)
If you're blue
And you don't
two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
the Kanan for niggas that think they can fuck with me (Gddddah)
And I'm bout that action cuz I got the 2-bit for niggas that think they can run from me (The
Intro:
When you shake that a**
What kinda face you make?
(You Make)
I got two bit****
On a double date
(Double Date)
Hook:
When you shake that
wanna see the world through the eyes of a one man two bit renegade
I can't find the peace, the hype, the heart, the soul that fills the hole
I don't wanna
at twenty-two
Then you can get to fuck for thinking that I'd still love you
May be the biggest things to ever hit this area
But you're still two bit outlaws him
I be at the gun range I be shooting shit
Halloween comin' up they gone call me IT
I need my money all the way like I'm 2 Bit
On this music shit I
Two bit** two bit**
Wear a fendi n come in
Too many hoes
But i dont see a text
1 hunnit 2 hunnit
알지 나한텐 not enough
Ca-ca-ca-ca-Cartier love ring
근데 난
Night owl, gold prowler
Night owl, gold prowler
Night owl and a gold prowler
Night owl and a gold prowler
Rugged, ruthless
Strung out, two-bit
my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
Daddy probably said what the hell you doing with a rebel on the run
You don't
upside, upside-down
Well everything's not like you'd like it to be
Everything is a two-bit, two-bit town
And everybody's just out to drag you down
Well
I got two bits and you got a dollar.
Don't need no Coup De Ville to have ourselves a ball, girl.
*Cause I know a juke box that won't stop blastin',
down on Bell Street, for two bits and a half a throw
You can get booze down on Bell Street, for two bits and a half a throw
They'll make you send out
down on Bell Street, for two bits and a half a throw
You can get booze down on Bell Street, for two bits and a half a throw
They'll make you send out
All your two-bit friends they're shootin' you up with pills
They said that it was good for you, that it would cure your ills
I don't care just
around
For the big fancy menice in a 2-bit town
One thing I know is crystal clear
I gotta get outta here
I know the sound of a whole new crowd
While
Man, I'm really sorrow for you
It's not your fault you're stupid
And I don't want to go down this endless road
Of wasting my time on your two-bit show
and not for you
I've been adding it up
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta take stock
I gotta get bent
This two bit
carry no smokers,
Two bit liars, small time jokers,
This train don't carry no smokers, this train.
This train don't carry no con men, this train;
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