Lyrics:
ballin', Asian, Wii bowlin', prostate cancer semi-colon,
Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking,
Atticus Finch, killing, mocking.
Cry like a child would,
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
Dont mind me Im here just minding my
own in the cut
Watching the time go by
Hey
You dont gotta pay me no mind
We in the cut
Like edibles in the gut
de Ya'ohs' cloth
Minutes dem a pass by
When de Government dem
Act like dem care
Yuh better prepare
Fi all de jancro dem
Who fly up
Eena de sky
While de
go by khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we repeat
I ain’t takin no L’s no defeat
Especially if
Even though we're fighting, I'm still by your side
Don't worry about a thing, baby, everything will be alright
Baby, you know I got your though
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
my crew back
I shoot a .30 like Stephen Curry, my shoes wack
So locomotive, you lose track, confuse facts
You thinking Kodak, but with more thought
gold bitch stay nugget
Stephen Curry, got 30 in the luggage
Fuck that bitch, she’ll never get a lover
Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
Talkin' bout
on all of the jewels
Stephen Curry, long range with the MAC
Whoopi Goldberg, Bentley black
My shooters they pull up, they gonna attack
My junkie will kill
bitch serving
It's none of my business I ain't worry
But if you got a nigga
And you workin' for him
I'ma shoot that nigga, Quavo Stephen Curry
Pretty lil
a brick, put your eggnog down
Your country's being run by
An orange fucking clown)
Well let me break it down for
How your stocking's getting stuffed
(White
(Run that back Turbo)
Lotta blue hunnids they came from the bank
I drank this shit by the pint
If we leave then we fuckin' tonight
Jeans
[Chorus: Stephen Marley]
And hey!
And I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my
controllin' minds like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme, I plot schemes like Stephen King and
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see
Dolph Dolph
Magic hour's here at last
Now we get to play by Lundgren's Rules
Got my blocking
Stunt double ready
Now we get to play by Lundgren's Rules
keep chasing
Wasn't meant to be
Fine by me
Yeah we gotta face it
No time wasted
Running from the past, yeah we NASCAR racing
Pull up in the Pri
Hoes keep
money, make all this cash, then I come through
And I'm better than you, hey that's just a fact
Do all my work on my own yeah it's all by Zach
(All by Zach,
By Stephen Stills
I got a fire
Deep within me burning
I'd be a liar
If I didn't tell you so
A live wire sparklin' around me
Couldn't tire
about that
Its about us bending like vocals on ill tracks
Classic, like a novel by Stephen King
Always resting by the revel where a social reign
Sex,
Him still a move weight cross the border
Contraband by the loads
And when the fiends pre order
He doesn't ship by a boat
Dem say him too out
don't stop, bro you can't eat
I be ridin' by myself, I don't ride deep
Bitch apply, pop a xan cause she too sleep
Why you rappin' like that cause it's
Perry Farrell: vocals
Peter DiStefano: guitars
Martyn Le Noble: bass
Stephen Perkins: drums, percussion
Sound additives: Skatemaster Tate and Matt
nobody, I been did it by myself
Oh now she wanna call me cause she see I'm doing well
It's time to play dirty, ima hit below the belt
I gotta school these
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