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1980

Estelle

The 18th Day...

2004

time it was tippin' 18
Boil a big pot of water on the stove to take a bath
Rub my face with olive oil
All my mates used to laugh
All my cousin's

I'm the dog
The big bad dawg
The bounty hunter
The bounty hunter
I'm the dog
The big bad dawg
The bounty hunter
The bounty hunter
I'm the dog
The big

since I was in year 10
Heard to turn 18 in a strip club

Heard the pastor say my hands properly on the wrong gear
I am 66 kg
She say I need to be 77 kg

prototypes in my story
Through skill, or hustle, campaigning, or manipulation
Big was written on their poker faces, pocketbooks, and praises 
Praised by

, no way it'll fit
My head big too, so the crown won't stick
WOOOOOO
Okay Enough With The Banter
Pray so much you'd think I'm a pastor
Run faster, yes

Look at the friendly toad by my big toe
Invasion
Invasion
My brainwaves are infiltrating
Invasion
Invasion
My brainwaves are infiltrating
Invasion

on the wedding day you've been saving for
In front of some poor pastor
And make him do the vows again
Tell me Mary, am I chained to the past?
Am I rose-tinting all

Yeah, i'm a young boss
You right call me yes sir
Spit more verses than a pastor
Slow to speak, so I think faster
But you niggas won't relate cause

of the game, and teacher by choice
You don't use your brain, and it's proving my point
I got the big bat, hit him head like-BOINK
Told the bitch I'm a star,

to insert it 'cause I'm a pervert
Anyways, word, I'm still broke as a fuck
My big homie just passed
He was young and not old enough
To not be bumpin' P troy

this shit by anyways
Swear to god gon be my witness
I been booted off promethzin feelin dizzy
Big ass booted
Got this la bitch callin me
First she fell

life, joke over death
Serial killers, get their respect 

Welcome to America 

As you know by now, Blacks we're enslaved
Fast forward we push dope out

pastor say they was living godly/
They're out persuading God's daughters into prostitution/
Running credit card scams, with no proper schoolin/
Big homies

Shred time let's climb in the grime run it by straight to the limelight 

Wrists so wet they be dripping that klondike  

Pockets so full call me fat

party to the end
Make we vibe to the end
No Dey bobo mii
Oko-mi till là for the ukö
Let me see what you can do
Wo no go Dey call me by my name
Mo stubborn

outta R&D

Grab a micro, drake and I'm sweepin' they streets
Spent 50 on a brand new bus, AP
This a track hawk might get indorse  by jeep
You ain't

Pain on my mind i can't get it away
I thought the last one was the one But you you stayed
Now i'm praising on this on beat i Feel like a pastor

my mind is a disaster
Punch a bastard leave without an ounce of regret 
Kill the pastor leave without an ounce of respect
Grab the nigga by the neck

really feared up in my fears, you cannot Feel nigga

Ho, I get real money tick and I'm a big spender
So , yeah lil Jeffrey on our block, he keep it Real,

after
Guerrilla Camps captured
Cops who came after
Held ransom for water
By armed Christian pastors
Who flipped after the Last space ship landings
And now

Yo, yo, my man Troy
He used to jump over his own foot
Jump into a spin and give a
Grin that left them hoes shook at that time
My jeans were baggy

collars boy
Can't do a nine to five
Trapping way since JS3
Was selling Mp3
Turned a pastor then in Predegree
Life happens fast
When you're trying to make it

shoe strangs.

Baby We Can Do Thangs!

Written by: Troy Lane

the camp my Lord
Only real preachers I knew was my Dad and Pastor Troy
I'm passing boys, the past I can't look back no more
Niggas depending on they hooks