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Vivid dreams of the princess and king
Overfilled with laughing
Laughing about lil 'ol, lil 'ol me
Then one day, you called me your
respect, too
Yeah, bitch believe that they gon' die by my respect, too
Yeah, they gon' die by my respect, too
They call me Mr. Disrespectful
I'll fuck
Incidentally, dearie
You know Mrs. Mooney
Sales've been so dreary
Toby!
Poor thing is penniless
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh, well, got
turkey!
Mr. Chewbacca is the biggest turkey I've ever done seen!
He can't even walk straight
He walks like a sumo wrestler walking about
Mr. Chewbacca is so
and that's my baby
Ooh, ooh, Santa come save me tonight
There's nothing I need under my tree
I just want Mr. Right
So if Santa Clause is real, and he
and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
right by my side, you helped me grow up
Now I need you just like before
How can I pick myself up?
(Wow wow wow)
(Hello again, Mr.Heartache)
(Wow
to make a change
But no one dares to take him seriously
He's weird and kind of strange
So no one cares of what he's got to say
Mr. Johnny Cage
Mr. Johnny
freezin'
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
And you don't wanna cry about dad, but you need him
I grew up so fucked, but I didn't even deep it
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
Ma Drip so hard
Ma drip so mean
WTF do you mean
Extra clean
So fresh so clean
Mr. Clean No bald head doe
Im FUCKIN' yo bitch
She a thick lil whooo
the fade cause their bitches wanna hit this/
socks get higher as my blunts catch fire/ LiL Mr. E is every hynas desire/
I met this hyna named
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?
I noticed there's so many of 'em
And there's really not that many of us
And ladies love us, my posse's kickin' up dust
[Violent J]
Well, you know the juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up
Road by
Sick sick sick sick sick
She was agreeing that you a lil nigga
Call a couple Zoes they told they’ll kill for me
Riding proper with the Prada
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tic
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
power you think you have, politic man you make us laugh
But you do nothing Mr politic man
I don’t listen no more to the politic man
Tired of the words
to be right by your side
Where the wind is blowing like a ship caught in the tides
I don’t want to die lord, I want to live like I’m alive
So raise
to be right by your side
Where the wind is blowing like a ship caught in the tides
I don’t want to die lord, I want to live like I’m alive
So raise
to be right by your side
Where the wind is blowing like a ship caught in the tides
I don’t want to die lord, I want to live like I’m alive
So raise
Now if u count I be the first to kick my verse my homie Mr Shadow ready to hit u where it hurts
You may not know the face but they call me GPA
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
Who by 1983 was in the national front
Yeah he had a shaved head but still got mashed on drugs
So Kirby didn't mind him hanging round that much
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