Lyrics:
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
(Thinkin' 'bout, thinkin' 'bout) ooh girl
All the tears you cry
Which is part of the act
As the days go by, I know it's a fact
And now I can see
What
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
boomin'
Couple girls called mad, said they coming by they self
Mad at me, 'cause they done got invited by somebody else
Gotta get that function
na tych którzy tak jak ja
Bum mają w sobie tyle ognia
Bum żywy ogień na tej ziemi trwa
Gdyby nie on to była by planeta zła łoł
Bum gdyby nie on to nie
Daddle-at-dat-dat-dumb, I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than, filled with desire
To make you my own
Bup-bum, butle-doodle-dumb-bum!
I wanna be loved by you,
a loosey goosey mind
Swear that they original but all they think is retail
He's rich, he's poor
Sally sold her seashells by the seashore
Is she a whore
She all on me now you can see her man a bum
She all on me now you can see her man a bum
They asked me why am I breaking all these hearts
Cold from
cash
All my friends they high class
I hate bums that say drip
I don’t let girls walk for two blocks
Dior’s on Rest in Pop
I don’t give a fuck about what
up to Julius Cezar
Had a piece of the globe, every continent
Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan
Pakistan, America, Afghanstan
Yo, there's
from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
High grade a herb
Good for my nerve
Big up all the ganja planta
From Canada, Asia an America
England, Europe an Africa
Not to mention
From way
The Son of God, a carpenter and He came with a plan
To build a house where heaven could be offered unto men
Refrain: (Bum)
When he came here, He laid down
sellin' no records
Europe Asia to the street of New York
Flavor Flav known for his finesse talk
Do it to ya for The Post to employ me
New York Post
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay
To make the story short that's why I'm here today
Just another journey, another journey into
going
In the arms making workplace
Then they pretend to be gripped by
Some sort of political reflex
But all they're doing is paying dues
To the Military
and knew
That the new star that was gonna
To appear in the East the time
Of it was at hand
A lot of others of course say
That they were told by God
That
head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
You won't fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You won't fall for that
up bum?
Ee 'eck, Ee by gum. Get th'sel' together lad, c'mon!
Been givin' a bit o' lip from way over there
Been givin' a bit o' stick but do we care?
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
Can I fall asleep with you tonight
Cuz when i'm with you I know everything's fine
The time it just passes us on by
And I'd rather be with no one else
Leave a messenger to find him, as we speak the traffic thickens like a =
Virus. Dead bum, dead bum, just another dead bum, dead bum, dead bum, =
Did I
Mon ami with your miss Issa me holiday
Wanna shake bum bum on me everyday
Wanna rum pum pum pum on me in every way
Wanna live life full like it
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