Lyrics:
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
the nigga
By the way it's just y'all at the spot
Step pops left said the block was too hot
Cops looking for em said his mans got popped
Fingerprints
Making paper
(Dappy) D-A-Ps
(Baker) I'm Mr Baker
(Dappy) You won't get us on your stage unless it's 5 bills or over
(Baker) Knock your door and sell our
the beat
Like you can't cross streets make them all retreat
(now) Judges and the jury be a little to appointed
Making us defendants when we supossed to be
just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut
Yeah, what's happening?
Hey what's up Dre?
Ayo Doc, what's happenin' man, you hook that shit up with 5-0?
I
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
above
The shit is like devil juice, people
Making you all wobbly, fall down on the sofa
Trying to robo-moonwalk over to wash your hair
But, here's
prepare you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Begin
myself man all of y'all are toxic
I really can't take it much longer I've lost it
Fuck it yes I'm runnin gunnin til I'm in a five start hotel room in
The Album just dropped, never heard it before
Got a million plays, but ain’t talking bout songs
I made this album, to write all my wrongs
I’m trying to go
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got
changed well you didn't save me
I got bad luck all over my name in 5 years I'm destine for the pavement
Fall to my knees yelling out amen
Why can't y'all
To refrain from
Watching games
Until this black brother
Got employed by another team
This scheme would change the game
What if
Five million brothers
All across
on my own where the fuck would all us be?
But I can't keep on living my life on what ifs
I just gotta moooooooove
Yeah
If I everything was over and ended
to the drum of a king
Five times over forsaken souls are ate
With a zing
Three thousand years in the making
Britannia for the taking
A younger vessel for satan
the shelves
'Til all my business endeavors excel
I'm still in the hood making sales
Riding by in something clean, in my trunk, all twelves
(Routine)
her and dined her
she ask me did I like her I said well kinda
all of a sudden she jumped out her seat
snatched me up by my wrist and took me out
phantoms
Too busy making albums to deal with all the kids' tantrums
Proved to you that I could turn you all to atoms
I've had my fun punching down below my
in the 5th dimension
When I see you ima have all your attention
I met you through the Facebook group
Hey here's another one is this a repeated loop
white T
Without hey there dhalila
Not the boss
I’m all sauce
Ed up
Jobes stuck in jail
From a magic fail
Buster lost his hand To a seal
Same type
Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz
If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz
I bet Mo City
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
presently on his back making a snow angle.
Skipijankings: Get up! GET THE FUCK UP. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Champion: All right( get out of hole)
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