Lyrics:
Hello?
Pawpaw
Huh?
Whatchu doin'?
I'm just tryna watch TV, TV watches me
Whole lotta nothin'
I miss you
I miss you too, man
Aren't you
video-religium industry, quentin know a good thing when he see one, an dis ugly rubber waitress look to him like a dream come true...special
Nce his tv wife, opal,
a feeling this is suicide
But, hey, Mr. Sunshine, I am ready to die
'Cause sometimes I believe
That your opinion is my relief
I saw your face on the TV
youngsters is crazy
I can't even control 'em sometimes
I tell you
I love them boys though, them boys my boys
I fuck my bitches by the sixes
No goin' steady
I
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
cured by CBD
Tripping like on LSD
Not SAD I'm MAD
I wish I never got my MD
Now I just want TNT
Turn it off ASAP
The apocalypse TBD
You're all the MVP
Let
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
On my name for
Mr. houly
He's gone run
the whole fucking world
He's gonna be
On all the billboards
An in your tv screens
No This ain't a dream
And I put
They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full
Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
the grey and white
And turn the channels on commercials
We get more time
More time to make our own movie
More time to see the world
We keep it groovy
I never
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
Privilege protects the reason while
I eat my third meal today
And on TV news are some demanding salvation
They're desperate and don't know how to get by
They
Trippin' off the shit that we watchin' on TV
Them motherfuckers think I'm soft (psych)
It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin' it off
It's untraced without
that?
Make a lil' nigga get an asthma attack
Say she love the kid, my name is tatted on her neck
Pop that pussy for a check
I had her takin' shots
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
table, on your table
I'm sitting by like you (ooh)
I'm sitting by like you do
I'm not your Family Guy on TV
Where's my TV guide?
I live on the sofa, I
don't stay, I ain't Jodeci
When I used to juggle y'all was crumbs, who didn't notice me?
But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screen
feat. Lil Zane, Montell Jordan
Intro [T-Bone (Lil Zane)]
Ahh, for shiggity
Mr. Boney Bone Corleone, Lil Zane
And the one and only busta
the beats like
Commercials
Bring it around like circles
Your real real gassed
I did it tho
Lil bad bitch
Those my lips, get ya own
I'm 5'10
She 5'10
Sitting
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
finished the show (the show)
Cut the pie up with the guys, they still sliding, keep it quiet
Remember I was broke, I robbed lil' Rico for his Jordan 5s
on their neck
Got it out the mud I had to get it by myself
Macking in my genes I got that shit all in my flesh
I can never hang my head because a nigga way
by the R or B or the rock
Commercial rap
I heard they are trying to police Hip Hop
What
cnd you thought Hip Hop was all black
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