Lyrics:
and three
Let The Bass hit ya face
Like a flying knee
Flash
K O
Come vibe with me
Like ready on go
One, two, three
Flash
K O
Come vibe with me
Like ready
you been missing
I got lyrics you should listen
Rewritten with precision
Thirty-five years ago
I wrote those rhymes
Hip-hop's still plagued
By violent
friends.
But in that same year kinda had my first kiss.
By this older chick,
Best friends with my brother.
It dont mean much but I thought I loved her.
When
*burping*
Ugh Jesus Christ,
*enthusiastically*
99 bottles of beer on the wall,
99 bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
98 bottles of beer
the product
When you multiply by one, the same number is the answer
Let's move on to the rest and really get to know these factors
2, 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 16,
a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said
not all the time
But that's fine
It just lets me cherish it
10 times more
Cause when I open my door and I feel the light shine
With the wind passing by
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
Of an ass-whooping issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then
exercise on the third day
Prophet posse gonna take care ya
Sittin' back, gettin' my dick sucked by the neighborhood hoe
(Them bitches beep me 304, I
better dodge 'em
Or get opened up like a margin
Buddah sargeant,
Christ I should've warned you I never missed a target
The living weapon war machine by
in disguise
With no consequences the murders will continue
Over one-hundred-and-seventy people of all races
Have been murdered by police in Portland
And even the gringos
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the forth-coming live future shock
It's five dimensions, six
working this time god damn what a pity
I ain't tryna hear shit about no king of the pirates you shitty
Gear five but you never really hitting two hundred
dick
I set the standard for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the "I" in his
His posse too clean, his
got 99 problems and the hate is one
I'm about to speak this fuckin' truth
Stackin' this money that's the mo'fuckin' truth
Sayin' you been goin' hard
coming
Yo swing by bacons I can run in
Big decisions
It's 2am we're in the dungeon
Made bad decisions
People hate when they don't have the vision
Binge
gonna burn 99 degrees
Remember trapping out of Pete's, pretty sure the dog had fleas
Gave Tim two whites, better use it wisely might as well change one
the trigger
Spice-1 the giggity gangsta nigga
Oh shit it's a glock and a clip
Put the clip in the glock put the glock by my jock
In my neighborhood niggas
dice than casinos
Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.i. MC's
All and together now crew B.C.c.
Rec Posse, G.P., D.M.d.
Ol Dirty stalked East New
with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some
Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong
earth
Since ’99 I’ve been rap-immersed
And I’ll never quit writin all these tracks and sparkin up a verse
Here’s a reference to literature
Like William
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
wouldn't)
[Verse 2]
Now I got 99 muh fuckin problems
But got 99 goons that’ll solve
Won’t throw the clip to yo head to revolve it
But the issue is dead
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