Lyrics:
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
Tough guy
Tryna be gangsta, your cartel are not up to the time
You man are washed up, say you got big P, say you got cats on the line
You're just lyin'
when
We ain't have no equals
Way back
When those Haystacks
Ain't even have a needle
Searching for the point of this earth
Man I been lookin'
Been puttin'
he was some kind of wheel.
The Scorpions: He's lookin' for a rumble and some heads are gonna bust,
He's gonna take a tumble with one solitary thrust!
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
the cops came, while his blood, was soaking me
A decade later, those same bloody clothes, are under my bed, for keepsakes,
The Anansi spider, the outside,
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
you understand that those stories were recorded by the hand of man
And through the mind of man
You’ll also understand that those ideas could be
the resume
She know G-H-E double T-O's ego's like Nino's
But anyway
Gyaldem are surprised when they see
Man on the dance floor like why
What d'you think I'm in
What the fuck was going on
And this went on for so long
By the end of it, I was just, like
I got really good at driving and
I was making cables
Fuck
More, cause
You are the greatest thing in my world
Wanna live by your side, I swear I tried to be a better guy
To love me like you do, but I can't cause
freaks?! Okay, dude, play it
I'll just hold it and let out small farts for the rest of the night
Okay Ned, thanks for stopping by
You're welcome
Seriously
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
was no ice age here
So you are richer and your mouth is stuffed with lotuses
Once you would beheaded for that
The old scrub, remnants of a frontier
He's a Smart Guy
Smart Guy, Smart Guy
When I was young I felt like TJ Henderson
Super intelligent but what they don't tell you is
A lot of people
without her, she still in my dreams
I’m comforted by her scent on my sheets
Don’t pay no mind what your friends have to say
Those childish girls ain’t your
by 4 too
Huh, ever see it? 16, 12, and 6. Yea
Hey Jerry, what song is that? Live. What's that? Um
Only one here, go for it. How about there's a house
of events
Man, I couldn't be the guy that you need (guy that you need)
That's how you believe (how you believe)
It's somebody's son but that guy wasn't me
to see that they are damn, damn liars
Man, this smells like a shitty hot mix of a fused broke wire and a bruised burnt tire
Enough of your horseshit, I
a try
You would drop all those guys
So won't you pick a heart your own size
You
Know what you do
When you're coming through
But you keep on sizing up
I bet I'm making more than you dumb guys, some man are not sure with the punchlines
If you're talking war then it's gun crime, light up your face
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