Lyrics:
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
was The Invisible Man
Then something went wrong
For Fay Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace
It Came From
and G's,
I put the dick in the mouth.
(Daz)
Now that's what I'm talkin about.
*Kurupt in backround: Beitch!
Chorus 2x
(Daz)
Now...If you really really
Forget you and the NWO
You aliens go back to the UFO
I believe in G-O-D
If you don't then your a D-O-G
I'm hard to find like Ltd
Don't act like a G behind
events that cause your inner strengths to coward
So we P.U.S.H
Pray Til something happens
Because in his name is real Power
Not like G.P. or G.E. Electric
Yeah
Steady
These headphones fucking hurt my ears man
Out of skin I made a cast
In a vast plane I cast the last my energy so
There will be no mending
to put the fiends to the side
Rob in a LV bandana, pour me some henny for fredo Santana
Mc w a hamma, I’ll still make em dance I can’t go mc hamma
Uh
killed by Draco
Ready to Shaq attack em
NBA jam em with the blamma
These Niggaz faker than Santa
With bandanas just like Santana
You Only tell half
in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho'
Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know
Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked
inspired to never retire
My desires are minor
I admire the ultimate designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I
keep it a C note
Got shooters down in Miami, they throw it like Dan Marino
Huh
Rozay
Had a couple seizures, call 'em minor setbacks
Everybody prayin'
Call my boy Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
A whole string of party people wanna run in my mix
In my world they wanna fit like melanin in a tit
Jam tight, they ain't my fam, alright? They ain't my
the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself, it was a terror
See, I could do that 'cause my crew is kinda
To down that show - with two shoes and a magic hand man
Now it's aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin'
There's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole
rails
Can't even go in a jam without a bitch grabbin my hand
And squeezin my ass sayin "Youse the man!"
That's who the fuck I be
I got a, college degree,
Trials and tribulations
Buried my bro and i ain’t been the same since
I try not to let that show she can tell by the cadence
I promised I’d pull
look at me nigga
Come here, know one thing nigga
[Verse 1: G-Dep]
I think you need to know I'm holdin it down
Wit a hole in this town
It's a hole
a whirlwind
He can't feel a got Damn thing
G. A. N. G. O
Got that work off right by George store
Got a stupid spot around da corner
Apes hanging out da
jam)
Um rol op by die jol like wat wat B.I.G.G.Y laat jou gat klap
Los vir babygirl met ‘n nat kat elke keer as ek aan haar gat vat
My rympies slat haar
at the dug-out on Diction Ave
Haven't been to the jam in quite a while
Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles
'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da
Red and green with the beam
We lighting him up
Brodie don't make a scene
Be quiet as fuck
Your gon blow up the scene
Like we taking a dump
I'm in G town
on buzzin those laws
look at my lady rock in a spa
rock a by baby rock in your car
im not a slayer but i spray a lot
lyrics that i got you telling your aunts
the invisible man
Then something went wring for Faye Wray and King Kong
They got caught in a celluloid jam
Then at a deadly pace it came from outer space
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