Lyrics:
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
Billy, told him to meet us on the southwest
Bring a bag of buddha cess and a extra vest
And a fifth of E&J to get this shit right
Cause it's about to be
subtract, divide ('vide)
Daddy don't throw no curves (curves)
Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide)
We could just start at ten (ten)
Then we can go to five
good
Yeah
Yeah
Guess you ain't know
Cause I'd never show
I'm on the road
Tryna get that Doh (Tryna get that Doh)
Gang only 4 of us out here
But we move
you how to rap
Den Show it off
And break you off
Is what I enjoy
Why u actin tough
Can't compare to us
I heard yo rap
It ain't enough
That shittt whack
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
can deliver
And ya sucka M.C.'s, to us ya a minus
We dominate the charts 'cause we are the world finest
Kings, who sat and heard Doug E. Fresh
And ya
(I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking 'bout
I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-Pain,
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this
tight with' no strap
Busta's waitin' up fo' her return get no haps
She come back with' tricks turnin' for show taps
So when I come back into yo' town
Still fucking these bitches by the loads
And Bag Of Tricks
They still love it bumping they favorite songs
Yo time is done I'm who they waiting on
And my
dearly
Daddy holler if you hear me
We ran trains on tricks pulling off the rail B
Tse monate tse bothloko ha di fele
I'm just praying this life thing don't
is what we need for new human contact
Not even your own server can save you
We all caught up in the web is so true
No GPS what will you do?
(No e mails
friend
And next kin 'cuz you let s-e-x win
You mean to tell me you can fight this land
With brightness and walk the path of the righteous man?
Yo, I
Broke another ten for the Bread Winner Brick Gang
Popping up pregnant, sIlly bitch tryna trick Gates
Start selling pussy, maybe that'll get your
and every Wednesday night I would be
At Crestmont Church of Christ, just my daddy and me
But I know he didn't love me, because I was raised by the streets
nothing, nothing gon' save us now
Well, there's broken silence
By thunder crashing in the dark (crash in the dark)
cnd this broken record
Spin endless
doesn't see; therefore, I spoil
I trick, I fall, run up in raw
I love her with all my heart
Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged
With every
up-and-comers
The ones that had deadbeat daddies and well-to-do mommas
But not well enough to keep 'em from us
The ones that were fighting in class who might
energy with friendly enemies. Trick wit these chicks and we just addin to they trauma, aggie from my daddy you got that phatty from your mama. I thought
boys her type, yeah, she love this (damn)
Talk shit, swallow spit, she grab the dick, then do a magic trick (woo)
Everybody and they daddy want
see-s-s-see, muthafuckin nigga, gon' try to trick me,
Outta some change dat I don' already muthafuckin made
& it happened to be some change, dat I don' put
Now we're gon' get ourselves together
(Of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T)
No B.S. allowed
(Prince Paul)
[ Daddy-O ]
Let's get this straight -
me extorted by the FED. but I do really care cause it's all culture wars/they justify themselves by exterminating poor/They justify themselves cuz
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