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And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
Like Supton(?) and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got
Attack?
Where is this guy from, man?
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh, I heard of a heart attack or a big mac attack
But what's a rap attack?
[ Jalil ]
Come here, man,
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
this guy from, man?
[ Ecstacy ]
Oh, I heard of a heart attack or a big mac attack
But what's a rap attack?
[ Jalil ]
Come here, man, I see I'ma have
check my history eventually you'll get told the same nigga big dogs a damn fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my own rules damned if I'mma change
the hive let the pump off
In the graveyard is where you get dumped off
All we wanna do is party (Woo)
And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo)
Black
In a world
Where people are moving fast
In a time
Where nothing is meant to last
Even the best things in life
Are going by in a flash
The future we
that getting swindled and pimped shit
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella dope
And having the same one as six other people in
From far and wide, the farmers try
To grow their crops under pale blue sky
And when rains fail and crops die
Coast tells them learn Java runtime
can't deny it
(I love Europe)
A party's going on
And we are invited
(I love Europe)
This is the place for you and me
We're a part of one big family
(We
I'm told there's a big house as seen in a dream
The people that lived there were spitefully mean
They wanted to party, never needing to rest
Making
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumping, get the girl's hearts pumping
All the party people
the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Yo, Starks Enterprise, yeah, see'mon
That's right, you heard, party motherfucking people, yeah
It's like that,
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
and a spliff big like Bob Marley - (Ting mad pawdy)
No need no club key we party pon we grung G
Hookup a box fullup a table and it complete
Da zone ya no gun
Pulling me in, pulling me in
Pulling me, pulling me, pulling me in
Pulling me in, pulling me in
Pulling me, pulling me in
I pray by the light
by the pound
Our tires stay roarin'
While we ridin' through the town
Mud diggers
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40
bored
You people just can't see the plot at all
Come on in, welcome to the freak show
Walk on by, tell all your friends you don't know
Take me to a party
I need everybody out with they kin folk
Big westside up in brazil though
Tellem this our life and we still go
Crazy
I want to party in Brazil
That's
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Tebow
Yeah interviews with Ebro
Yeah interviews with Nardwuar
Cause my music go hard
Bags made by Goyard
Want a nice house
With a big yard so my dogs
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