Lyrics:
quit now
Full of bull like a pit now
Talking shit with that big mouth
Get written out, that script ouch (Bye)
Like a fish out of the water
This only
Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z-bull's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like
gotta go for mine
Big Mike D, number spitting lead paint
Bringing it back, begin da oh-ah-oh-ah
A-d-r-o-c-k spells relief
There's holes in my story
and a-sittin' on the banks of the fishin' hole
Eatin' green apples and waitin' for the fish to bite
Life ain't as simple as it used to be, since the big apple
Come all you bold sailormen, listen to me
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea
Blow you winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound for
I announced for all mankind
A boon
Stand aside you big baboon
Now I'm the a prize invention, girl
You're the image of yourself
Forget your cares
They're drinking beer and laughing and squinting at the sun
Waiting for the gulls to tell them when the fish will come
Their faces brown and weathered
big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan into an isle of joy
We'll go to the Greenwich
Where modern man itch to be
many times
Well, there just ain't no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free?
Did you
me to a fish fry
The girl danced all night
Catfish sure was nice
She makes my nature rise
Ooh, she was amazin'
She kept her guessin'
But Lord,
and let me put the black spot on the cow
Make the pussy ball up like salt to a snail
And when I kill it big daddy, I want you to tell
Cause I don't give
Papaya juice, banana pie,
Six coconut, one female goat,
An' plenty fish to fill de boat.
One bushel bread, one barrel wine,
An' all de town, she
times
Well, there just ain't no place like home
Did you ever see a she-gator protect her young
Or a fish in a river swimming free?
Did you ever see
and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggas now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
And y-yo, the way we
Papaya juice, banana pie,
Six coconut, one female goat,
An' plenty fish to fill de boat.
One bushel bread, one barrel wine,
An' all de town, she
the local big dogs,
We'll laugh and talk and eat,
But we'll' save the bones for Henry Jones,
‘cause he don't eat no meat-
Today I'll go to market-
sill, your window sill
I'm just crazy about you darlin'
You're one in a million
Or I'd like to be like a fish down deep in the sea
Swimmin' from
what, guess what
Time to reset this thing
Start over again (uh, to the triple 0's, uh, to K-H-U-J-O)
Everything happens for a reason (Big Boi)
Good
Street
In July
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle
you all about old man Bell, he can't see but he sure can smell
Fish-man passed here the other day, hollering "Hey, pretty mama, I'm going your way"
things
I want my lady to live like a queen
She want her man to live like a king
It's bada bing, cha ching and bling bling
Nacirema Dream, big cars
a big grin
Watching my head spin with moral afflictions
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta
Clique look
thousand powder-burns"
Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That's exactly what I
was runnin' on a hype, like
Who are you, where you been, where your snow line?
Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line?
Big pump
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