Lyrics:
you wrote a letter
Did you also bote your tongue?
And if a vegetarian eats vegetables
What does a humanitarian eat?
English is cuh ray-zee!
Why is it
Awhh yeah
Break me off some of the real players shit
What's up motherfuckers? This is Khayree
And I posted at this here
Spot with 2Pac, Mac-Mall
Ray
cos I'm that lyricist
Plus, I'm that Nigga with 3 records set
That's held up in the Guinness book
But people fail to mention this on the internet
But if
Bobby Ray ha-ha
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
Show your belly button if you ain't a clone
If
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
Ndamukong, the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for my autograph
'Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
But I sure would fall
supersized
Call him Ray Allen, my shooter nice
Should be a sniper, that nigga be too precise
Yea
Do or die, do or die, do or die, yeah
Fye
I'm that muhfuckin
Yeah, it's your boy Young Thang, calling this one Lakewood Lane
Ray's got his boom boom room, I got my crib over there at Lakewood Lane man
Ray's
My target audience is bad bitches
So if you don't fuck with it
You know where you stand nigga
Ray
Uh, uh, listen
That's the ego talking
Stop telling
I came from a slave ship but not by plane
It's deep in my genomes to not behave
It's critical thinking to unlock chains
Spiritual surfboard to surf
on my sonar
I'm blowing cannabis rings
Enjoying rays from the solar
Pretty things on the beach front
Waving like hola
Lemon slices on glass rims
Just rum
of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the
Gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up,
Read all the books and he people worth
up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Please raise
Family. Broadcasting over the airwaves from Nashville, Tennessee. Reach over and turn up your radio's and we'll bring our music to ya and pretty soon you'll
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
right cause I be serving niggas with a quick shuffle
Niggas be broke just getting by because your bitch love you
Now if I fuck your bitch you put inside
sugar instead of sand
On the beaches beneath our feet
And the clerk is never not working
"So if you go out tonight, leave your key"
And Ray Ray's
I've come a long way, said the captain
From lost Christabel this night
Accompanied by my dog familiar
To blast your rafters with my surprise!
What are we coming to?
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain,
What are we coming to?
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain,
Ray-Gun" -> Chuck D
[Chubb Rock]
Listen.. cause brothers and sisters
it's time for everyone to go fishin
for your history - open a book and read
between
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By the puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
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