Lyrics:
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
Max (Doesn't like saying goodbye)
By Bruce Duncan-Smith
Dr Pickup cKc Bruce Stringkiller © Sacem
They say you know everyday is another day
Until
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh
Monkey fist mix with Bruce Lee kicks, you get your kufi split (huh, yeah)
Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if
Baddie by my side yeah I’m talking bout a cutie
Way too many rappers imma have to kill the newbies
Got the fist of fury imma kick it like I’m Bruce
hall crowd
As boots stir the dust on the floor
At the bar they're playin' old Willie and Whalen
As beers disappear by the score
But hangovers I'll bet
the best of the bad
Schiz'ed out, flip city, climbing the wall
Psycho girls are the ones to call
March hare, mad hatter, train off the track
Psycho girls
a question
Big ed is on a funky g lesson
Now, how many g's in the house tonight
And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by
I
folks know nothin'? dat cock-sucker not only mean 'n dangerous, he ignint in regards to de prep'ratium o' food-stuffs! even in san quentim I never seen
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
for the mic, but you can't handle it
I dismantle it, bust you in your head with it
You know you can't spit it like I spit it
Yeah you shit it in
Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower.
Trash a new bar in every new city
Blinded by the lights
(Yea I'm blinded by the light)
Wanna be a rockstar, horny for the glory
Fuck everyone I ever DM'ed
ball up subpeonas, take niggas to the cleaners
And you know what I'm talkin' about if y'all seen where..
[Chorus]
We drug dealin', but niggas is
Intro
Err my name is Bruce Breezy
When i was a kid my mummy use to tell me all the time , she be like
“My son your a star, you just need the courage
payin you
And don't call him by his name, call him a Bug-A-Boo
[Chorus]
[Ed O.G.]
Now everybody knows a Bug-A-Boo or was a Bug-A-Boo
You mighta had
Yo, 'fore the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga
Thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga
You know
places
Hands on your hip
Like waist trainers
I need the top
Til you brain dead
Imagine
Getting tag teamed by two bitches
I hit the scene like Bruce Willis
out to Sam Raimi (come get some) Bruce Campbell (haha)
(Come get some) yeah (come get some)
Alright, okay, look
Uh, dead by dawn
Swallow your soul
I hallelujah-ed when you danced,
Singing praises on a mattress
I was someone with a chance
You know I wasn't active
I lit a fire with your hands,
Now
nigga's at Lotus
I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there
You know but I found this new spot
We went to the other night, yo
Check it out check it
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
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