Lyrics:
drop, motherfucker cop
Old English, 800 on the block,
Way before sane eyes came to the spot
niggas used to hang out, and do the pop lot
And if we got
And Call Of Duty - Modern Warfare 3
Cos he’s Jesus, Jesus
He’s a baby with a beard jesus, J-J-J-Jesus
Out of Mary’s sausage wallet he just appeared
It
frontal lobotomy
I'm an anomaly, honor me like one, then nominate me
I am automated modern babies wanna play me
State of the art legislate all of me, I'm
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you,
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
first but the suckers get worse
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
Poetic education of a high altitude
I'm not an MC, so listen, call me
first but the suckers get worse
Allow me to include I have a very stable mood
Poetic education of a high altitude
I'm not an MC, so listen, call me
gon’ cost you
More than four quarters
Big mouths I slap shut and
Slap nuts I vanquish
Flap them lips too much you’ll
Leave using sign language
Call me
thorough
Jamaicans and Haitians, Dominicans
Puerto Ricans sorta speakin a mix of English
Imported from all the regions yo Hi Tek
Tell them how they do in
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
the way to attic
Well we be smokin Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin
You don't know me or my style
We hold court
Let me take you by the hand
Up to the man, up to the man
Who's the leader of the band
And if you care to hear the
Swanee River played in a ragtime
Come
your friends come around
She's the kinda ho that'll make you cry
The kinda ho you have to call before you come by
So why do you wanna kill when she says
I don't change the chords anymore
The chords change by themselves
The time luxury affords any bore
Turns towards all the whistles and the bells
bats and eerie serpents
Whose eyes were tinted green
That letter was addressed to me
So as I opened it, I froze
What I read turned my complexion
calls from you to pass the days
From caffeine highs to midnight lows
Punch drunk heartache blow by blow
I'll wait for you in hotel rooms
In rain soaked
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
call me Mr. Muthafucka, Mr. Go and getcha gun
Mr. Runnin through ya hustle, Mr. Do It on the run
Put the tooly to you bustas cause we do this shit for
hope that message doesn't send
I got a Barbie by my side so that lil chick she calls me Ken
All my homies they some angels free my niggas out the pen
Cuz
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
on the edge
I like living on the edge, quite literally
I've been camped by the storm as shrubbery
You see me walking inside a dank shrubbery
I'm about to get
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
and see what they headed for
CCA trap people what they call it trapping for
Modern day America
I had dreams of the money last night and it gave me new
off the bus
Catching the cut what don't speak on trust
Don't know what it mean and me speak no English
And me don't work me a thug me no jerk
Back in
can’t hang, but she twenty-five
Want kids by twenty-nine
And a house on the hill side
Love me
Trust me
Can we hold hands until midnight
Like I call dibs
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