Lyrics:
Toy Box
"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)
"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"
[Violent J]
I was like six, I
(Translation)
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick
Two pills I pop, 'til my
believe this shit
This must be all that there is, this must be it
Fuckin'-A, even got a bidet
To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that
about all this stuff
I learned about that you can get diamond baguettes, princess cuts or crushed
I got a piece I got a crease, nigga I look nice in it
Space I got round to
Acted when I fee it
In how I see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
Butters word
Chill, chill, chill, chill,
I got like this
Maybe I don’t remember
[Reading on the outline]
On my own endeavor
Making a move to this music is my only record
[M.O. on my ID
Solo
exists in life I can miss
It would be a lie to say that "I can't this"
For the Record
Not Once...
On the flare up like lupus
Compare us to Judas
I
the shimmy
I remenices on the days, they questioned me like""Who is he""?
It's okay, you know J, your records gettin' no play
Watch me in the booth going in
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas, every minute a child dies by this disease
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
and my baby, yeah,
we're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. D.J.
keep those records playing
cause I'm having
such a good time,
dancing with my
times sake.
I was shopping my demo at this record-company
They thought it sounded cool and said let's make a CD
I said, wait a minute, you mean LP
He
Hustle my religion
Hustle my religion...
Cash on my mind
I got paper on my mind yea...
CHO
Fuck what dem niggas be talking about, they’ve never been this
'Yo, Kunt and the Gang, trip it up one time!'
I wanted a record deal but I was too rude
I I I I I I wanted a record deal
But I was too rude
I I I I
you this
You know for only thirteen, she got some big tits
After that, your dad will try to jump again
And only this time, I'd put the forty to his chin
They got me in my bag since I was 15 with them jeans
Got this little bitch all in her face, so I can't help you with them jeans
When I heard Tecman
Sho' Nuff Records!
Pimp C, U.G.K. Records! Wood Wheel Records you know what I'm talkin' 'bout!?
Rap-A-Lot mafia's behind this one, yeah!!
Wassup J
questions, I'm answer this, oh that's the test
Still thankin' my God, I'm blessed, I want it all, no nothin' less
Who got gas? Yeah, we got gas, we got more
manager, he's the Hammer J.L.
And when I got flack, you know he got my back
He punched a hole in the wall all the while he broke a mirror, he's Charlie
again tonight
Then one cold and rainy morn
All four tires were badly worn
But still he screeched off just as fast this time
B.J. had a lot of nerve
But
-, mother, I-, mother-"
Ah, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested
Aw, fuck me, I just made the whole connection
This about
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