Lyrics:
I'm your host, motherfucking OG Henny Loc
And we're back with our two final contestants
Duck motherfucking Mouth and Bootny Lee Farnsworth
They'll be
checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it off the block like Tetris
Man, you niggas
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
And I'm ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle game,
Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't
man's flow
Think your Jackson
But your name ain't Bo
I'm only hittin' chick fine as Madalin Stowe
Got a closet in my crib where the hydrophonic grow
Act
someone first only works when you're in their top five
And by the way, I'm going out tonight
Best believe I'm still bejeweled
When I walk in the room
Jolene, Jolene
Jolene, Jolene
I'm beggin' of you
Please don't take my man
Jolene, Jolene
Jolene, Jolene
Please don't take him
Even though
I am the searcher of my fortunes
I've got my right hand on the wheel
We've got to dig for buried treasures
I know exactly how I feel
I went
were hungry just barely alive
By May the tenth, when Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so. well
The night they drove old Dixie down
Hey Nas, hey, hey, boy
You see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee?
Mmm-hmm, damn, man
I can't take it, man
Sho' can't
You think this is
saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side.
I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, let's go downtown."
She said, "Baby, I gotta go, but my friend the devil
around by her
If it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis Blues
Blues as I can be
That man's got
Where would a man not stray?
What crime would a man not admit to?
What price would a man not pay?
(For her love)
He's got no money but his head's up
'm a man, I wish that I were dead.
My how time rushes by,
The moment you're born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
And your life's spent, it's
save us
Well Mama, I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move, I hope
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because
rooms (She don’t)
Some people dream about a penthouse tall
Or a mansion on the moon
But I got me a little one room paradise
And the man I love (And
Ah, this? about two cats, they?re sitting? down by a river in the swimps. (and) They?re sittin? there on a log. This one of ?em is a kind of a big
possess no flaws
That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his Balls
Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows
Come on
We back baby
Swishahouse, T.F.
Mr. Lee, P. Wall
I got the screw tape playin' in the deck, so I drive slowly (slow)
Got them swangers
theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh
Who's got the illest pussy
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
and the future meet
But I fin'lly got my first good look
A little fire was all it too
An' as the flames grew brighter
I saw everything that I'd missed
Once
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not
man
Scout who used no chart
Helped lead lewis and clark
Was a redman
Use of martial arts
In our country got its start
By a yellow man
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