Lyrics:
hear it by the couch?
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet
Cause I'm not a homo
Won't drill no door hole
I won't make a peep, so you can go
hit it from the back I got you wilding
we're in the cemetery we're on the tombstone
Body and the missionary girl
You're gonna make me act a fool in it
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
No insanity plea from me
I ride the beef 'til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids
From
together
Try, don't let him take your love from me
You're not good, can't you see brother Louie, Louie, Louie
I'm in love set you free
Oh, she's only
My heart growin cold everyday feel like winter
Then I spit a lil heat to keep me hot and remember
I did it by myself everyone disappeared
Makin beats
missing me
My partners was frightned aint know what to do saw me passed out started lifting me
Two cars passed by my partners jhi spazzed said chris are you
Chris: You're makin' up excuses
Asking me to leave
Is it over you and me?
Been waiting here for hours
You don't return my calls
I wonder if you care
gonna play your CD's
I'm gonna be on you
And you're gonna be on me
Girl can you tell me what's on tonight
I'm coming to your crib
Have dinner by
to weaponize
When weapons have weapons the whipping's on with no blessings
The weak be weeping from lessons
Taught by our awful oppression
You're with us with no
Thanks for listening
It's funny how things go from one thing
To the same thing but slightly different
The guards pull up on me
My name is chris o gorman
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
your back up off the wall) Tell me
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall
(Get your back up off the wall)
lead, and watch her lead
And watch her go
And son, you'll write the music with me
You're gonna let your women take the helm
They're the ones equipped
water
You're gonna feel really cold
But when I pull you up out
Of this water, you best be
Speaking in that God-given tongue, boy"
Say it, say it, say it
gonna say or make me do
No I don't wanna play this game with you
Well you're gonna today, I'ma show you the truth
Don't bother to pray, God can't hear you
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my favorite band
Turn table, let's bless me on my
By age 16 years old, with a heart full of gold
Everybody watched me going up from zero to hero
The suckers hatin' on me, now are starting to fold
I
dumb
And I know a lie when I hear one
Would you run that by me one more time?
Well, you're late again, I see
What's your excuse this time?
were steamed.
Went back to my house hoping it was all a dream.
Maybe someday you're gonna realize you made the wrong decision
by picking that fuck who
what they'd die for
Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep
This air is blessed you share with me
That clever ad campaign ain't worth
The time taken from
Put me in the game on God I'm gonna ball
Dropping niggas off, then pass them like Chris Paul
Then I jump clean in the Chevy, I'm toting that sawed off
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