Lyrics:
I adore
I walk around the town and I explore
I'm greeted by one hundred fans at my front door
Encore is what they want, much more
I'm smooth like
getting cash
Smoking hash and let it ash
Off a dime like Steve Nash
22 by my lower calf, see a hawk
We sqeeze and blast
(Ha ha ha) Fucking laugh
Shady more
a fluffer just stare for a moment
In those eyes gals or guys
Kid Rock in 30 seconds
Some director getting action
Keep it rolling
Man everybody loves him lots
man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance
Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
So listen
not a sayin' my baby's at saint
'Cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off a my man
If you don't want
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
On the weekends now we just bop
Calling me up nonstop
Been Robbin me in my only shop
Girls round me were topped
Now mans gon find some more to cop
Girls round me
to notice
I got more ice than a super-sized drink
And I know I'm the shit
I don't care what you think
You niggas ain't livin by the gun
I have you in
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
Southside on the track, yeah
Hah
Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)
Act so much so gwalo, I should order some cargo
European
There's a wilderness
It's a no man's land
Between alice springs and the ocean
Seventeen hundred miles of burning sand
And a silken thread keeps
Mattathias, I've got five sons
In Modin City we dwell
They tried to make me bow down to their gods
Two of the King's flunkeys I killed
A hundred or more who'll
I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast
In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past
Rest
when yuh si dem dem switch
Ah some yes-man dem
Mi keep going on
Suh mi flex pon dem
Mi pre seh mi born
Fi progress by self
Fake luv
Dem shake up
Dem
Or cart his puppet-body home,
For ah done that one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more,
And why should ah dress his wounds?
Saw a story on the local news last night
About one more struggling single mother
She was talking about how hard it is getting by
With no help, no
Saw a story on the local news last night
About one more struggling single mother
She was talking about how hard it is getting by
With no help, no
Before I fade away
Live for another day
To see the sun rise in a new light
I'd do things a hundred different ways
That's how I stayed more than a hundred
my train and go home
If I die a Railroad Man
I want to be buried in the sand
So I can hear old No. 9 as she rolls by
She rolls by, she rolls by
For a hundred miles
A thousand more I'll go
I wonder a hundred miles
Got a thousand more to go
I can't quit my walking
It's about the only thing
You already know, man
Uh
I got a deuce, I got a ace
I got a car for every bump on your dirty face
If you ain't gang, then you in the way
No we
Something I did Something I don't
I can't explain how to
I cant' speak for everybody but
[Verse 1]
There must be more good women than men
Oh you who hail from Ontario
Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
Died at the hands of a mob that night
Every child and man by the oil torch
Oh you who hail from Ontario
Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
Died at the hands of a mob that night
Every child and man by the oil torch
Discuss these 100 gal more by beenie man Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In