Lyrics:
have that body like she use to
Fuck Mr. Bean
I'll shoot yo' team like Clint Eastwood
You don't know shit 'bout Toby Keith
No you don't know shit 'bout
on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here
There was a face in the window
The tv cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
They like Dtay why you come back
You know who you are
We gone leave yo head by yo feet
Long live 3
Free lil Keith
How the fuck you text my phone
of your team
Who's your mama and your daddy
Is they rich like me
They screamin', I bring me
Bitch, I'm the one who bought the table
I'm the boss, I'm
"son, God bless your soul
Our life is gettin' tougher and the world is cold"
I said, daddy, daddy, daddy, what do you mean?
He said ("you ain't got
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
Now let me tell a story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, the son, he drove the load
blaze, fulfillin' them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin' them
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is
were the bluest
I never ran from adversity, instead I ran to it
Fear ain't in the heart of me I learned just do it
You get courage in your fears right
proper homes throughout the land, Fathers try to understand
Why Eunice who is seventeen aspires to live her life like me
Oh no, can't ya see, Daddy
Right 'round the corner
Down by the canyon
I met a man who lost his way.
He said I'm the son
Of a sailor
Who never showed me his face.
But
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Well sweetheart, for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches and cream
But I'm afraid the end time
Men who know what it means to be looked up to by a griny faced kid
Men who want to sign autograph books and not deal under the table
Men who are
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
out
On the 48-track board without a doubt
Break it down Doc, like this! {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
I'd like to give a shout out to who? Big Daddy Kane
Heavy
of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concluding my concerto, Marcy me
Must be in the air, oh can't walk
thang (word)
Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
by the name of Keith Thomas
Who wrote and produced the song, "I Could Fall In Love"
And I remember her totally digging on the demo
That she had
thang (word)
Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
fuck your vests
Fuck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God 'cause you know a nigga just went Ham
Hard as a mothafucker let these niggas know who I
with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose,
brain on stand-by
Cause it's the message, comin straight from the BOSS!
[Ced Gee]
Your attention please, come on, let me try this
This beat is funky --
one ever said you were the one
who can't be blinded by the sun.
I think I'm blinded by the sun.
Part II - SANITY IS COMING TO TOWN
I like to taunt,
I
fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you
(i still miss you), I represent it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith,
And those who ain't
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