Lyrics:
new taxes
Momma I'm not gonna eat my broccoli, I'm not gonna do it
Government of the people, by the people, for the people
You're no Jack Kennedy
Mr
then lets go, hit his way
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big
Excuse me can you help me straighten up my head?
I got a new friend by the name of Mr Z.
Well what's wrong with that, don't ya like what you see?
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
swallowed his razor
Say no more, my back be parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, 'Face don't give a fuck about the law
I bought a bracelet
I call myself Hilroy, 'cause I like to get back to school
Silly allergies with big fall jackets, cool
Killin' calories, back of the cafeteria
Yo who
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets
Today? Yo, be , don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok?
Cool, just trying to get your attention
So
thought it was the prettiest and shiniest by far
They sang together until the sun came up after the stars
So far Mrs Margaret's band had made a smashing
Booty cheeks up all on me
Booty cheeks is all I see
Look at Santa's chim ney
Hear his sleigh bells ring ring ring
Mrs. Clause up on her knees
Squirts
face, ain’t even playin poker
Keep a blank face, like Q, im a solider
Weed by the eighth, to the face, ima blower
We come and take, no debate, wait is
stopped by the troopers had to play it cool
Fat bitch pose to stuff she done ate the food
Dis that dog talk
Dat 150 on the lodge & blow the walls off
Dis
Water on me
Big lake baby
Is you big fake?
Prolly
Is that yo bitch gimme big brain
Maybe
My zip cost 180
All about my bread
I went bun crazy
See how these
that old mackin' fast
Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank
Cognac lounge beat, Mr. Flamboyant
Motherfucker, M-Mr. Flamboyant
Yes motherfucker
Welcome to Rap City, it's your boy Big Tigger and I'm
Happy to introduce my guest, Mr. Busta Rhymes
It's Busta Bus, you know the god you trust,
I might change my name, call me Mr. E
The way I kill MCs is a mystery
Going down with Jack The Ripper in history
Serial killing rappers, they call me
Made By Money Sign
It's Mr. KSO, I'm all about the make dough
If you ain't bout the strips, it's cause you ain't touch a bankroll
Uh, give KO's these
You can ride all day long
Another mike diesel production (Mike Jones)
But you'll never catch Mr. Jones (Mr. Jones)
He's got a gang that's far too
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
want all the green like I was a leaf
My gang in the party, we came for peace
Put shots on a opp so his ass got beat
He got his ass jumped by a hunnid
Oh you Jasmine
Long hair pretty eyes big booty
You big fine just juicy
Oh you Jasmine
By the end of the night I'm gonna know what you like
I can show
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
really lied when I know she can't handle the truth
She want me to pick and choose, a decision I never can do
Hoppin' out the big body, shit I'm moving like
indirects, I don't care about those subliminals
Cos you see my beef, ends in prison or with funerals
Big Dee I will school them all, mugs all got tricked by
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