Lyrics:
rise at ten thirty
And reach Kempton park around three
I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale
And you ought to see Wooton watch me
I lean
around my neck
I feel like Michael Phelps
Was in the hole for thirty days
It made me fight myself
You know these hoes got dirty ways
That's why I like
rumble
Get sent up fuck it ??? bubble
Lookin for trouble you've come to the right place
Pun's out the ice age
A caveman raised by a clan of white apes
you were a fish, every time you swim by your fish friends
They would sing to you
Michael, we like you
Swim with us in the ocean blue
Michael, we like
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Ah, it's you again, you're back for more
Let me tell you right now, you just keep walkin' past my door
and clay
Girl you're all that I want
I need you up around my way
Michael Angelo would faint
Rembrandt would cry
To stand in line for a lock of your
arrowheads
On The Chesapeake Bay the vein of life ever flowing to the Sea
We'll have to work hard so it will always be
Here for you and me
off, pass me the, off, off, off
Now can you dab for the Cavs?
The left, dab for the Cavs
To the right dab for the Cavs
(Watch me go off)
Watch me go
One time for the house
For the offspring of this rap music
Bangin' DDB and Tense with
The fatal grammatic for the people we die
Let me put you
written by K. Gannon, W. Kent, B. Ram
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
And this is who we are, STU
Abbreviation for the studio, I kill it in the booth
And the V, be very careful when you watchin' shottas
The W could turn
written by K. Gannon, W. Kent, B. Ram
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
how late you wanna stay out?
It's past your curfew when it's dark, I'm searching for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin, he just hit
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview
You ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So since you ain't knowin'
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
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't come through
I bet the nigga get the money when it time to sell his shoe
I'm telling you, I ain't puttin'
beginner killers (uh)
Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out (112 sing the chorus)
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on (ooh
don't hear from the nigga
And to keep hundred with you I don't care for the nigga
Well, movin on
Funny cause I only know a couple of your songs
But I love
augmented, new me is invented
I'll take the biggest house in Calabases
Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes?
You need it when you're balling, equally
you)
We cry out of joy (for you)
There's so much joy in our heart
Rest in peace and harmony, Michael. I love you, man.
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh-huh) a hundred for The LOX (yeah)
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
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