Lyrics:
Oh My-Guire
Oh my Harry Maguire
You changed so much
Look at that beautiful touch
Zipping past the other team
Like a shiny light beam
It's Harry
Or that's your man that's scattered
That backward bastard
You fine thang thang
Look at me good and when that game ain't true
You make me wanna go, ooh
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to the face
Inaudible kerfuffle
My guy you looking good
You looking mighty fine
You quite alright?
You quite alright?
You look like your tweaking my brother
You
The end of the craze and revealed the lively face of a guy
Just rocking to beats
Head locked in the heat
cnd being all on his own
Was no sign of defeat
overbooked? Yes sir
Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
But all they got left is this guy called West
That'll take Freeway, throw him
But then I saw him leave
I got so damn angry
What if that's all I'll see
Yeah
Tonight I'm
Looking for that one guy
This time I
Won't let him pass by
keep me a can
Get popped like a xan
For dissing the guys and the land
South 39th
Where It began
Spikes on my feet yeah that cost me a band
Look
You're all a bunch of fuckin' assholes, you know why
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
You need to be more than that
Mr. Bad Guy
Mr.
something to hide
Side mans all in your night plans, one of your guy friends tryna slide yeah
Girl tell me why you can't look me in the eyes
I ain't got
know
I get your ass gone permanently
It ain't complex
I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next
Do a drive-by on your project, take
that guy
Gimme something to chase
Make the trunk bump my bass, I'm so in they face
They cant look passed it
This shit is pure passion, this is a clear
a bag
Please get the fuck out my face
Look at the nigga he mad
Please get the fuck off my case
I ain’t the nigga to brag
Look at the smile on my face
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
they talkin' 'bout, nigga (fuck that, nigga)
Rack them motherfuckin' dominoes up, nigga
(Just look, ayy, look out for the table, nigga)
Fuck that
they talkin' 'bout, nigga (fuck that, nigga)
Rack them motherfuckin' dominoes up, nigga
(Just look, ayy, look out for the table, nigga)
Fuck that
a pilot, without even tryin
I'm that guy, lil baby, I'm that guy
Ain't sayin' that you need me but you look up by my side
I'm that guy, lil baby, I'm that
to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take
much to say
I try to hide it in my face
And it don't work, you see through
That I just want get wit' you
And you're right
You right, I got my guy
the permanent one
So take a good look at my face
You know my smile looks out of place
If you look closer it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
I don’t mean to be a nutcase
I don’t mean to be rude
But when I think about your face
There’s just something I do
I get it he’s sweet
I get it he’s
these lookin' ass niggas tryna look blind
Give me good girls that don't fuck with good guys
I fuck your bitch from 9 to 5 and tell her good job
He
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