Lyrics:
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
Will.i.am the ghetto (you can find it all), Will.i.am the ghetto (in the street)
'Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature
Gotta keep thuggin I'm thuggin,
off by talkin' 'bout me
Everyday my birthday, you still ain't got me nothin'?
Yeah, I do this all the time
Aye, happy birthday, bitch, you look
William Shakespeare
Yeah
William Shakespeare
Yeah
William Shakespeare
She said maybe I'm the one for her
And maybe she's the one for me
I've never let my
The Birthday
It's The Birthday (Uh)
Happy Birthday
I'm only 27
Breaking into shit but I ain't on that 211
Uhh, it's 211
Baby it's my Birthday, listen for
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
I've watched you growin' up
While we have grown apart
Happy birthday from the bottom of my heart
We're deep in darkness that stirs a memory
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
Slim Shady just signed to Interscope?
My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me
For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity
And bitches
Another year older, but not feeling free
Happy Birthday two Me
Blow the candles, make a wish
I can't find relief
Will I find the answers or just let it be
Pip!'
And the darn'd fools think I'm in my car
At Rothchilds I swank it
My body I plank it
On his front door step with 'The Mail' for a blanket
I'm
It's your birthday, go 'n light it up (light it up, ayy)
I'm drunk and I'm throwin' middle fingers up (fingers up, fingers)
Ooh, my niggas gon' light
We are gonna party like it's your birthday
Gonna party like it's your birthday
Gonna party like it's your birthday
Blow the candle out
I
I'm addied up, added up
I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
an elevator
Next to Christian Slater
Well guess what, my birthday and Kim Kardashian's
Are exactly the same
I got a lame
Lame claim to fame
A really lame
Lame
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
like a tinted window
Its all good though I'm just tryna explain where it could go
Cause you fly and I want you by my side
Make us like a vowel U and I
my glass and shout shanghai
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you
Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was
but then got no hits sound like they need me
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it
I'm fearless with it, yeah
I really shouldn't have
What's love got to do
When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew
Strapped like bamboo, but I don't sling guns
I got bags of funk, and it's sellin' by
me daddy she do what I say
Met her Thursday night and hit her on Friday
Like it's my birthday
She fuck me good everyday just like my birthday
Gettin
choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.,
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