Lyrics:
adventure,
But you cant enta,
Without ya credentias,
And if ya get in, you might get a picture,
So ya down, go and get down,
Cause Huggy Bear is coming
to the police, I was danger
Feelin like I'm in a manger
Baby Jesus, save me from the anger
She's tryin to get me
Into this closet I vanished quickly
Fuck that, I
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
carpet wall to wall
American ladies five foot tall in blue
Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind
Had to get away to see what we could find
Hope
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
to get eighteen when my G was alive, now a ki' is thirteen-five
'89s the number, another summer
Police ain't get no dumber
Streets dried up, used
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
to the God, pour out a little liquor
'Shame On A Nigga', I heard the reaper done came to get ya
So I done copped a fifth of Vodka and in your honor
I've
If ya want to get down, ya gotta get up
I'm a crazy motherfucker from the streets
Ridin' in my Caddy, leanin' to the side
Eatin' deep fried
Somewhere in the South Seas
My island of dreams
Pearl dive, fathom five
Islands in the stream
Lost tribe are found alive
By men of the Marine
Black
on the first album?
Who had Kanye saying, "She a problem"?
Who the fuck came in the game made her own cologne?
Who made Lil Wayne give 'em five million?
Why
I'm a 50 hour paycheck
Ain't slept a damn wink
Moth to a neon light
I'm a 9 to 5, 10 to 2
Shower in between the two
Let it ride kinda guy
true!
What?
There we have one Kreplach.
Who one Kreplach that managed to get to Cleveland!
In fact, I venture to say that was the Kreplach that ate
send you,
How shall I send you?
I'm gonna send you six by six,
Six for the six that couldn't get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for
a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That's a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin' on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty
my name
They wanna nigga to run and get hung
high strung, so this pig can win the Cy-Young
I'ma hit this mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high
Skating twenty meters rail
Get drunk and then in jail
Fightin' some wild animals
Landing on your genitals
Random handless riding?
Do some MMA
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning
Nine o'clock the show is ending
But the fun is just beginning
She knows he's
You're in the system now
The pig said
Haunted by one mistake
But now its too late
Going to an overcrowded jail
Beaten and restrained
Treated like
of twisted experiment am I involved in?
'Cause I don't belong in this world
That's why I'm scoffing at authority, defiant often
Flying off at the handle
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
of uzis
Them 5.56's rape a nigga like the Sleeping Beauty
I'm by myself like playing campaign mode on Call of Duty
Baby Kenny Ryu I step back and do my
to
Splashes and crashes in the pool skipping class on thursday totally rules
Next time good line part time you'll find
Let the monkeys pull their carts
the fetal pig from lab, better by far
Fetal pig, fatal zig
Zag in a bag super comfy like shag
Fetal pig, fatal zig
Zag in a bag super comfy like shag
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