Lyrics:
But he never dies he find a way to hide himself
Armando is my new friend he's been blessed by God Almighty
Armando till from the end he's been
Don't like the way the Flavor Flav talk
But ladies and gentlemen
I like for you to know
This my main man throwing down
What kind a power we got
pronounce us as
Mr. & Mrs.
I will always put you first
I am in it for all time
And no matter what’s in store
I will keep you by my side, by my side
We had
just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???).
She puts a jacket on my
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
(Yung Lan on the track)
(James about that check, boy)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr
One more game,
It's time to play,
Play with me.
(One more game)
Just one more game,
It's time to play,
Come play my way.
I'm no more Mrs. Nice
You see (uh)
On this here stage tonight is something legendary (yeah)
He goes by the name of The Creator (crazy, ayo)
But you, you call him Tyler
a one-horse open, one-horse open sleigh
Mm-mm, yeah, yes, woo
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon as Mr. Santa Claus
Was seated by my
don't cry)
He's coming right onto the boat
Mr. Jaws, why are you grabbing my hand?
(Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend?)
No, wait, Mr. Jaws
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects,
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
Between the eyes
(movie like speech:)
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Spade: Allright. So
oh wee
Tapa mr counselor
Dripping over my dee Sweet
Tapa mr counselor
Say am making her scream oh wee
Tapa mr counselor
Dripping over my dee Sweet
Tapa
corrupt the system and make my people suffer
A book allows the fool to read it, Now I know
Now I know Mr. GH
By and by, my people rise
By and by, my people
flattenin' the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking place
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
Mr. Wonderfull you, you're thinking 'bout life
You're thinking 'bout love,
You're thinkin' 'bout the ways to break it down
You got 18 myths and 5
Full of the lead
Rather than to lay one more day
Let my mind and my body rot away
In this awful place
I'd be floating way up so high
Looking down
okhobhelogbe on the way coming from my working place I saw two police men hissing by road they where asking me for my identity now I was on the way coming from
about something like that
And by the way your quotes from George Carlin
Aren't really George Carlin
Mr. Rogers never fought the Viet Cong
And Bill
hate 'em
Told the neighbor step away, then I just pepper sprayed 'em
Yeah, for every time you ride down the street
Or hideout, drive by my house
for bringing friends
I like the way she spit, I'm on Mr jimmy Jim
So did it, I'm Donald Trump
Thanks for doing lunch
So pleased to put our name
On your
Mr. Tuffy when they feminine like bangles
Practices is fraudulent, fallacies record to tape
Step in my zone, your spot'll get blown like Watergate
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