Lyrics:
someone stop me
Put me on a save on the road bitch I'm your poppi
I can be your toy on a keychain tamagotchi
Whatchu gunna do when you need fame Paparazzi
I
coming for the game mmmm yeah i am got this televised just so you's understand
Im coming for the game mmmm yeah i am better recognize who the fuck i am
the royal flush
We started to lose our rhythm, it was quite obvious
Being around him was highly hazardous
I knew it was time to stop dreaming of reaching 10
Her mind was separating. Xs and Os. The X’s reminded her of skulls and crossbones. And the O’s were big screaming mouths. Jake always sent them in
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
walk on by
I might look you down, and I might say "Hi"
And if you come up choosing, I just might laugh
Say "Little girl check me out in about two
Slick Rick, nigga
Yea, huh
Uh
Like Slick Rick, nigga
Yea yea yea
Look
I'm talking 'bout that
96 flow, you know mindsick ghost
My lyrical current is just
sounds that pound
Stop, look, what's that sound?
Come on now, you've got to swing with the king
Cuz the things i bring'll cause more ruckus than rodney
And you know he knew who I was, cuz Game recognize game (Game is in the crowd)
Shells (Rd. 3)
Jin you frontin', stop frontin' like I don't know your life
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
Light a blunt so big can't smoke it
This bank roll can't fold it
I'm da shit these hoes know it
I'm the shit these niggas know it
Can't stop gotta
for ya
Whenever you around I seen it come alive for ya
I finally recognize the feelings that's inside for ya
Although I know your man and trust me he
new crib ain't big enough, where the helicopter gon' land
Hard drive wasn't big enough, so I documented by hand
What was passed down ain't deep enough,
it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be swingin' like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin' dropped by
the world greatest show
I know my shit is extreme
But I'm all about them does.
When I'm steppin' on the scene
Be there four deep...hella clan
My reality
and think back
When I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By every lost child at present
Normally I drill pillars of normalcy
You're cordially invited
Gangsta in sandals, beat by Lexx Samplez
Yea, Eva told me be patient, I can't, I'm anxious
Fuck that talkin', let's get crackin'
Forty-five, head smackin',
We lost Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Wu Tang Clan.
Jam Master Jay from RUNDMC, damn, Is it ever gonna stop? Nope,
I guess not.
Cause the evil
and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
This is
they marrying
Love family and friends, love every time they're sharing
But you know I might as well be swearing
I get dirty looks talking about love
for transition
Don't talk too loud, you might find yourself missin
Look into my eyes, all you see is will to survive
By any means, retreatin
else (maybe next time)
I’d recognize your eyes in a sea of ten billion bodies
Cause you’re here to show me how you love myself
My Past Life Lover
My Past
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
Hey yo, check dis dope ass beat out
Willie back in da muthafuckin house and I got my niggas
Da menace clan on dis one to help me out
And we
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