Lyrics:
spoon
A Wonderous Apparition provided by magician doodoodoo lookin' out my back door
[ guitar ]
Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band
Won't
start dumpin
I jump in the 8 5 0 and smash on out
Meet me and Goldie Loc at the DoggHouse
Smoked out, Hennessy and plenty weed
Wit mo bitches, 4
Cooler than a fan (fan), money in my hand
Stashed in them brown paper bags with them rubber bands (bands)
I ain't got to say nothin', everybody know me
lockdown by ten
I'm afraid you can't talk your way out of this one, son
Now four walls are your twenty-four hour a day, constant companions
Hey, in
Ah, yeah, Ah, yeah (Waiting on)
I'm waiting, four five
I made time for your lies
I hate when you know I'm tired of
Waiting for you
And I ain't sent
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic
thirty one cars
All makes and models, pulled three cars out of mud holes
And four or five out of snow drifts
I dug five cisterns of water for some of her
These bastards stole their power
From the victims of the Us v Them years
Wrecking all things virtuous and true
The undermining social democratic
really know
He's a Rubber Band Boy, Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
Ra-Ra, Rubber Band Boy
Fa fa five years latter, now he locked up in the pen
He took
gather intel
Ice cold steel as in Winterfell
By now you know I'm a Splinter Cell
I'm your uncle Sam last name Fisher
And I'm a god damned stealth magician
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm taking four strands of your hair
And a five dollar bill
Gonna put 'em in a letter
And drop 'em in the mail
Gonna send 'em
wanted
I wanted for you
Five steps
Till I can rest
Five steps
Till I'm blessed by you
Four steps
Till I can rest
Four steps
Till I'm
the countdown Zack, yeah
Keep goin' man, keep goin', you ready?
One, fun
Two, you
Three, me
Four, more
Five, no jive
Six, no tricks
Seven, we in heaven
They suckin' dick like it's band camp
Call-call-call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob niggas
Call
Ay yo we four or five niggas with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowing on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice
got the work in the duffle
Eat sleep, shit, breathe, Hustle
The game bang russell simmons
Gun tucked under the linen
V12 stock engine (yeah)
Don’t
flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot
Because the vinyl is delicious=20
I'm the nigga who's got bitches
Michael Ross is
make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
Yeah I'm threatening ya,
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid with this shit
Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me wrong
My nigga, my
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
Come to the cabaret.
And as for me,
As for me
I made my mind up, back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie
Start by admitting from cradle
against the grain like I'm battlin' the silo
I'm going out west like I'm motherfuckin' Fievel
Lebron in the finals, motherfuckin' five-oh
Nigga bettin'
use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's.
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black entrepreneur in his
low brow, they all agree,
We're the best in harmony,
I'm telling you folks, you really ought to see,
Five guys named Moe.
We came out of nowhere,
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