Lyrics:
One, two, three, nil
Yeah
Chaos, it's just the beginning
Every promise I made I'm rescinding
Center mass in the middle of the monster
I'm
I want a new drug
One that won't make me sick
One that won' make me crash my car
Or make me feel three feet thick
I want a new drug
One
em across(??) from New York down by your Virginia
Ticklin you around Delware before I enter
Turn to seduction from face hips to feet
A wiggle
street knowledge and wisdom
Ah yea, D.P.G., yea D.P.G.
Pop the Champagne
Once you break this of you can't get twisted
So pay attention and listen
another good woman
A-she's just about the size-a me
A-you know, I'm about fo' feet fo'
Oh, an you know, my little woman's about fo' foot three
A-but
When I was three feet tall
I played in the sand
Back then the whole wide world
Fit into my hands
It was smaller back then
The world was wild
When I stretch to the clouds
My feet are bigger than three lagoons
And I can roll like a magnificent beach ball
Striving high!
Uh! Uh! Uh!
I
out (yeah)
Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em
We gonna fuck you up with 'em (break it down)
I got too much momentum moving in my direction
accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off
Had to break up with her guy and feel like all
i dont want you to go away
But just for today
Go over there
Just back up off of me
Im not tryna be mean
But could you give me fifty feet
Only for
supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three
Rain gonna come but
blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
on me
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet
Get up on your feet
break at sea
I'll be there waitin, I'm that sandy beach
I'm that same old dog, scratchin' those same fleas
I'll be by your side, you can count on me
It's
A thousand megatons she's the bomb!
Leads every fashion
With a deadly skill she dresses up to kill
Hot walkin' passion
Gonna make you, break you
The queen
Oh, when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under
a'nating all
Like brown with dimples and I'm six-feet tall
And promoter of recordings that I call my own
And I'll love to take one of you ladies home
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
gets up gun first
Works backwards, draws straight lines with two right feet
She dances in crosses and squares
They weave pipe dreams and bombs in and out
enough for me
I eat lovely
Richer than your budget be
Richer than my budget be?
I'm richer than his salary
Fast break, Lamb pass by that's a fast
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