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their heads Tangled in hair Tied to earth With skin and glue But their skin is the same as yours Coming in for the world to see They can sit
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it I was knocking motherfuckers out What's your name boy Funky,
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick Feel like magic, all together, all together by six Oh my
and die by the sword Come playoff time Is your lord a god Or is your god a dog?
Live and die by the sword Come playoff time Is your lord a god Or is your god a dog?
It's only been three weeks And a bag of speed from Jamie the PhD She comes by the front desk To leave my transcript with her edits 'Cause I
I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it
throw your hands in the air and let me see ya slap a hoe Start the violence going on through an MC Ren show I don't give a fuck if niggas is fighting in
'cause your eyes betray your heart and soul And your love for me is growin' old And I think maybe I'd better pack my bags and Chorus: Roll like
superstar That you see on TV and what is called a gangsta Hah, hah, hah, you really think you could be Just with the hat on your head and a fist like an O.G.
same thang game came when I left em I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
eyes betray your heart and soul And your love for me is growin old And I think maybe Id better pack my bags and Chorus: Roll like the wind, better
and your hardcore porn Trust me, those days won't be mourned" So lay your head on me So lay your head onto me
your son," girl, don't trip about it Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
been needin' some peace Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep Louis V bag made by
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete I picked him up, then I held him by his head His eyes shut, that's
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' 'bout half past dead I just need some place where I can lay my head Hey, Mister, can you tell me where a man
"This song was written by John Lee Hooker About his wife, her name is Maudie Everytime he has an argument with her He has to write a new verse
pierce your soul Step back, relax, Jack, watch the heads roll A rhymin editor, competator competative So hyper you're gonna need a sedative Just take
on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X'd out, get distracted by screams Everybody get your hand off my jeans Everybody look at you
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe Shit I kept low, petro' your metro Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin' Shit I'm drivin' in, come
blinded by the rising sun And when it fucking sets I won't be waiting on No motherfucking rising son Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross Burning
and Constipated 19 now-nows Emerges from the hiney of your head The doo doo chasers The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad The prune juice of the mind
bag head, amma get that shit men Billion dollar nigga, watch ur way. I'm coming with big step You know am a bag head bag head am a bag head bag head
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