Lyrics:
flat a grung
Mmm
Mmm-mmm
Is a brick inna mi pocket uppa Cherry Garden
Beg yuh likkle pussy mi a beg yuh pardon
Hmm
Hmm-mm
Bay banga deh a foot watch weh
What she wants she will get
Baby throws her toys and gets upset
"Bellboy do this, oh bellboy do that
Fetch my rattle in seconds flat"
She doesn't
Our smile was fake
But at least it didn't fade
At least it didn't fade
At least it didn't fade
One foot on the drive
One foot on the break
I wonder how
Cut yourself off from the pack
Flat out against the freaks
There's nothin' they won't try
Hot head - heavy foot they meet
It's been so many days
to get up early be back to get a loaf of bread"
Shit, loaf of bread, why you ain't been call me
"I had a flat"
You had a flat
"yes, I had a flat
California girls are automatic
Foot to the floor I gotta have it
I'm pullin' cork
Playin' with a Colt 45
Gettin' in a river just to get out alive
Pushin' 85 in
that can rhyme
That we back outside.
That kid a play if he want
Get his flat top fried
**** speak for the concrete
Yea that blacktop vibes
This that
For the last few years, I’ve had my foot to the floor
Flat out in the fast lane and laying on the horn
Man, I’ve been obsessed with getting where I
from mountain meadows
Back and forth the bear he bested me
And for decades I kept score
He's been gone now for a long long time
Slew foot tracks
a belly flat
Yuh tight like rope when it inna many knot
Tek di Timbaland like Missy Elliot
Or follow Pharell and drop it like it hot
New ting drop it like
on hip
Go raccoon, take it or leave it
I'm about to scribble, I'm about to doodle
On my line, wet like a noodle
What is that, shaking the wall
Booty flat
that she goes all the way
When I’m flat to the mat with the party hats, and I’m heading for the tae
They thought that we were quittin’, well when
gun, zip gun bop
Well there's flat-foot Louie
Sittin' on his front stoop
He caught five rounds in the belly
He looked like a messed-up bowl
know it's on, call me king Corleone
I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ho
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fithy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact
look wide
She's got a flat in an annex rooming house and an old punch buggy red
She's got nicaraguan needlepoint spread over the foot of the bed
Where
to fall flat on my face
That's just part of life
Think of the winners that did it wrong
What if they'd done it right
What if Columbus gave in and gave
In my shoes my toes are busted
My kitchen says my bread is molded
I got a good job at the dollar store
One foot in the hole
One foot gettin'
a riot!
Tear shit up, fuck peace and quiet!
I gotta get, I gotta get that feeling
Gotta get higher than the twenty-foot ceiling
Just out of rehab,
shoot-em-up action
Thug, vagrant, yuppie, and art
Free game piece all included
I told this cat the earth was flat
He walked till his beard grew long enough
rappers and clap burners
Talk to the foot thinkin' you real
I'm starin' at the face of ya bill forgettin' how George Washington looks
You came to box
BLAQKNOIZ
I rose against what they said that I couldn't
They got a mouth? I think they should put they foot in
Without a Doubt, eat your meat before
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
Get back
I be counting up my money
Now I'm 6 foot flat
She tryna take my racks
While I'm making this jazz
Baby I'm
pan dem yuh look
How dem seh dem guh a brooklyn an nuh know flatBUSH
Bwoy career a pop dung, like a car him want a push
Tell him tek a leaf outta mi
to crash
I put my foot on the gas
I'm waiting for the attack
When you need someone, I'm
Not the one to call, I'm
Sorry for your loss, you
Going through
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