Lyrics:
number one band like Afro Samurai
The revolution will be televised
We're the version of Kim Jong-Un
When all his nukes are weaponised
The minds a muscle
worried that I'm stuck in my haram ways
I told her that my shoulder got more chips than LeBron James I got
So many people to prove wrong with a new song
I got my own tv show yeah yeah
I’m an athlete you best do a scan woah woah woah
I had a party when my parents wasn’t home
Shawdy got turnt than
Featuring a song, other party disappeared as if he were dead
Are you so sensitive? sgold you and you cry(And u cry)
Call bitch weak? but she is gang gang(Gang
Featuring a song, other party disappeared as if he were dead
Are you so sensitive? sgold you and you cry(And u cry)
Call bitch weak? but she is gang gang(Gang
(Uh, go go bitch, go go, go)
(Pew, pew pew, uh go)
(Uh, eh, and, eh, and, damn uh)
Look, I don't fuck with too many people
Bitch, I got that weapon
it "Everybody Gets
Shot By Raymond!"
Somebody messed up the song
Now it just got racist
Black people been through enough (40 cases)
Why can't we all
make it good in a lay-by
We're not grey people
We're not dirty, we're not mean
We love everybody but we do as we please
When the weather's fine
We
all the fellas say hi
Here with all the people that we're meeting inside
It's gonna be our night, it's gonna be our night
When I hear he dance floor
down dirty in the backyard
Play 52 pick
Ain't no worried got all them jar with all them Fury
City people trying get man in the club
How mine can you fit
based on believe
Is gonna be fine
And Godforbid
For you to kill my vibe
The party must to go on
Inna mi yard
Eyes don they red
We dey dirty
On a stead
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like Noah of every type
Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still
know I’m knowing this shit
The mood has changed within the party. She ain’t working
I ask her if she familiar with this book. It’s by Napoleon Hill
She
now it's time to get my victory on
Don't party much but tonight I'll put this Hennessy on
This bucket of ice
Found my way through the dark, I won't get
her cookie
I need money, I'm tryna feed her, so I hit my bookie
Where my tickets nigga? I gamble just to get high, nigga
Some doin' shit to get by
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
they'll say you retreated
Pick up your favorite magazine and read it
Wrapped by a power, a musical shower-shower
A picture-picture of me-of me
but they'd get run out again
And at every hotel we was met by the law
Come for the party, come to make sure
Ooh-oh, have we done something wrong?
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
Walked in dirty room smell like cigarettes
And I know it's a night that I might forget
So i'ma shoot that ball with my eyes closed
So when we walk
Both hands in the sky tonight
We gon' party up a minute 'till the sky turn bright
We got Henny, we got women so it's on tonight
I owe this one
They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by
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