Lyrics:
your ass doing licks, charges on the first degree
I ain’t gonna go ahead and fold (yeah)
And play my life, fiddle on a ho (damn)
Stereotype the status
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
Haunted by these thoughts at night when thinking bout what we would be
Why'd you have to play these games and lie to me repeatedly
Don't you forget I was
hazard
If you come close
Better wear a hazmat
Infect down the bloodline
Just gotta get mine
No one's gonna stop me from getting my stripes
Been about my
And you're a butthead like you have pants on your face
And we can butt heads, like a ram with some rage
Got your horns showin' devil, brass band in my way
Well
a ding hard as I'm gonna swing
I'm gonna need to put my arm in a sling
But like a wedding band you gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring
you're Jewish it's evident (it's evident? What does that-)
The Blacks and the Mexicans don't have inherent hatred for you (true)
You gotta pick one
you're far away
And it would be different
If you could hear me baby
Now that you're so far away
Yeah
If I'd have known Sunday morning
That you
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good advice G
Break out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
'Cause now you're comin in the danger zone
on this song
To a seasoning
With reasoning
They won’t take to long
Salt:
You gotta have relations
With patience
To catch those in the underworld
Im
a smoke up all this reefer until I'm gone if you're an overachiever nonbeliever
You gotta fight 4 the right 2 be wrong so it seems that I might be lost in
takes have not been satisfactory
(In the take that you're hearing right now-)
It is time to make it good
Let's go
(cnd I'm too lazy to retake it)
I'm all
(you're such a Barbie)
Na-na, na-na-na-na (yo, Mariah)
I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin'
All up in the church, he was sneakin' with
when Im moving that doe all the bad bitches gonna link up
You should already know how this go everyday gotta get your bands up
Im on the baton coming in
the man
Ain't he play a fiddle
Where the truth
See
Now I'm in the middle
(Oh, yeah)
Now I'm in the middle
(Yeah, uh)
In the middle of it
Mi
In the Middle
Yeah, yeah
I keep the gang with me, 'cause they gon' bang for me, yeah (keep goin'!)
I show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came
years old
And she already knows what Red Bull tastes like, I'm fucked
Judge, if you're seeing this, please let me have McKenzie back
I even wore my
I'm a free bird
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time
I gotta fly by myself, Go get high myself this time
If you're cool with nights
I'm a free bird
I gotta be by myself, gotta be by myself this time
I gotta fly by myself, Go get high myself this time
If you're cool with nights
want time with the face like I'm a iPhone
Running through these bands all by my lonely
Stuck up in your ways and why you holding?
Baby, I look out for
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
gonna have a hit
You gotta make it fit
So they cut it down to three o five
I am the entertainer
The idol of my age
I make all kinds of money
When
gonna have a hit
You gotta make it fit
So they cut it down to three o five
I am the entertainer
The idol of my age
I make all kinds of money
When
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