Lyrics:
by the way you rep his name?
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself
Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for
on DatPiff
Look, shit, just a year ago you were homeless
You been sleeping on my couch for like only a year
And now look what's going on
Yeah, yeah, I
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
Watchin' as the cops pass by
Smokin' fire homey I ain't lyin'
Who the man from Long Beach, California to Japan
Rockin' like wonder MC homey without a band
it I ain't needed or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I ain't come up out of nowhere I'm from straight up off
You don't know who you fucking with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
God's real, I believe he became a man
Otherwise, ain't no other way to understand
What it's like to be me
What it's like to be an outcast
Tempted by all
occupation
Not a failure, Skilli pon a beat, is like gas to flames, yeah
So di place a bun down, every fire station
Cyaan' put out di flames, a alien
As just a man and his music, I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion, I mean it's useless
To step to this, we in effect, we
let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther feelin just like a king
Guess dis is what he meant when he said dat he had a dream
[Chorus]
Yeah!
gonna getcha, right?)
(Repeat x4)
Watch the band play on
[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)
I got them folks
around that part just ain't no good
Wanna know, what's going down,
When the pimp on the corner looks like the sharpest cat in town
Jungle rule,
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
"We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed"
Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxpin instead?
"After I fuck you in the butt, get some head
around that part just ain't no good
Wanna know, what's going down,
When the pimp on the corner looks like the sharpest cat in town
Jungle rule,
out loud, my dick plot, tryna kill her (kill her)
Help her, somebody, the bitch wiped on the liquor
Going live, long hair, shawty ride like Geronimo
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
the pecan tan
The one who flims the flam
The one who plays weak MC's out like ham
I got the style that be bangin' when the flow gets to slangin'
I be
"Oklahoma" made
Them boys just laugh, like
"Where there at, folk? " "man, stop
The joking" "yeah, you hood
But you ain't dat dope"
It's like they couldn't
eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
Yo man check this out
You
out the house
You know I know the camera's following (me to)
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Hey man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning
Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pinning
I play the game left hand like my man Jimmy
You just
can't diss my mum
Shots start fly out and man get bun
Fling on my black garments and dun
Dry skin between my index finger and thumb
I hate man like
I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but
Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Mirandas don't
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