Lyrics:
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
You know what the fuck going on, man
You better strap in your set or it's gon' be a rough ride
It's the king, bitch
Just Blaze
No introduction
names and faces
But the strangest things can happen from rapping
When niggas get wrapped up in image and acting
Niggas get capped up and wrapped in
and pour up
Drive by in a phantom I can't see him he's a ghost now
Turn now doing an 8th not gonna slow down
Till I'm a pro now
Man, you gonna say something
What's up with this faggot?
Fuck is with this nigga?
Why is he still rapping?
He even wears the fashion
Should've stuck to makin' pop commercials
the zone
But either way she hit my phone like she can't leave me lone
And that there just keeps happening, blame it on all this rapping shit
10 out of 10
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
now I'm dropping songs
I get on these pills and, ooh, I get in my zone
I was raised round hobos 44s getting chased by the popos
Man I remember
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
surrounded by a whole bunch of random rapping dudes
Born king my crown is overdue
Excs eeze won't ever b a random rapping dude
This is your brain man do
ol' boys getting autographs
In Cincinnati, I know you heard
I got fined for the cuss words
It's true, baby, so so unique
Might slap your man
or something
I'm sorry, man, I wasn't trying to steal your light or nothing
But you're a homosexual, white rapping Irish M-
Man, I wish I was Irish, I could
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
if that means a new man every night inside of you
Baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hard and my cup cold
My tongue
call me double pilley
Never need nobody at this moment
Gonna find the loot don't got time for losing focus
Yea you notice time be passing by like it is
making money and I don't stop rapping
That's my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can't hang
Jop, Schiebedach auf, laut Beenie-Man-Sound, flog' in einer Stunde Unterricht, sieben mal raus.
Frauen? Lieber ein bauen! Clown, spiel dich nicht auf,
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
And with that-
These cats is no match
Plus they lack a certain knack for rapping
Chasing but they never catch the wagon
Like rerunning what's hap'ning
a millionaires fantasy
With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see I came and exchanged of a sane man's sanity,
Your vision jaded by the Grammy's
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl
jaded by the Grammy's on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses, you would see the agony
Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
know who the truth, when they in the booth you know who the trill
So fuck how you feel, we make you pay by the pound
Recognize when you fucking around,
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