Lyrics:
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
off the car when them niggas told me that they'll ride
Remember times I did that time, I ain't have nobody by my side
Swear I be feelin' like
hus-by, never was me
I does me, trust me
I don't wanna another you so I'mma slide (yup)
But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay
I try to play cool
D.J.s coming in so loud and clear~
I spent so many nights by the Light of the Radio...
cs time went on all those songs on the radio led me down
Welcome to ShadyandRambo FM
Today we have two songs from the boys
Titled 'like yeah'
Sit back and enjoy good music
#ShadyandRamboFOREVER
(hey,yuh)
you've won
That f.m. station best not play no declaration aimed at Washington
Mr. Please!
Play that good time country song, and let me tap my foot along
Good Night, Sweet Dreams
Lyrics by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP)Music by Reginald “Wizard” Jones
Your day was long and you’re so tired
Relax my love, time
I am an anomaly
I'm blasphemy
They say that I'm living in a fantasy
I know that agent smith is after me
I broke out the matrix and now I can see
Come
If I took you home tonight would you stay here by my side
Or would you leave in the morning time
You gon leave me right
Asking me what the fuck I
partners, Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
So nothin moves funny, at the rappin session
I'm Strictly Biz and knuckles, no time for laugh or chuckles
I drop clear
Y'all see how they do greatness
Left Nip laying on the pavement
Did the same to Pac out in Vegas
Y'all see how they do greatness
Lamar smith on his
rhymin'
929'n, Titanium glass, time to play that ass
Whirlwinds of French, come movin' intense
Time to pull again, release the shell, well
Make 'em yell
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
It's a cold and familiar pain
Corrupting each square inch
Of this inner space
My sarcophagus of eternal rage
A martyr who's no longer loved by
Lotta people talk but they aint really bout
Got that shit up on lock yea smith
Fuck with my temper wanna peel off his lid
But I really really really
demons call
By the skin of their teeth they won the brawl
Look how far we came the diamonds are dancing
Remembering the days of RAFs and Stan Smiths
A man stood alone
Captain John Smith
With his megaphone
All the time
We stood side by side
Back to back
It was alright
But now the time has come
To say:
quick times
To save lives
By that last line I mean specifically mine
NY don't sleep and now neither can I
Until I write some brand new career changing
Time, we were always killing time
Every Friday afternoon
Stocking up at Smith & Vine
Then a walk, down along the old canal
Pick a dive with
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times with the bad
Now many a year has passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
passed it
Hit the smith and I give em that wvstend
Beating you into a confession
Tragedy I write sins
Looking for my blessings
Stuck in a rain coat
Jealous
raiding
For you, it's bare intense
Why would I scrap when I'm here with skengs
Man don't care if your ears are bent
Smith and Wesson clip and my Glock
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