Lyrics:
the Scorpions running
Through the Lions den
Ram with legs of a crab with the half man
Half-horse waiting in the pass
Of course, if you check the math
It's all
a woman that I barely even know (yeah)
I hope you can accept the fact that I'm man enough to tell you this (she probably can't)
And hopefully you'll give
he can't catch up with you
Go Tulane, he ain't man enough for you
Go Tulane, use all the speed you got
Go Tulane, you know you need a lot
Go Tulane,
in the glass you gonna pour it in the glass whoa whoa whoa that's enough
Man put ice in and it's gonna run over whoa whoa
Man you got it all over
Coughing up those chokies
All these niggaz they don't know me
I mean, what the fuck, you want me
They start shooting at my knee knee
Catch some fame,
a hundred and twenty
Look, here man no hands
I got up enough nerve to raise up and look
And by now there couldn't be no surprise
But his hair was blowing all
enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm
hands- bitch im the man
No knowledge a fans but I hold down my thrown
Ha damn Straight
Hey
Jan-U-ary 18th
Whatchu know about me?
Catch you Flipping
of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack you got your knot split, aiyyo
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it, or don't fuck with it
Catch us
Gu-Gucci sweat pants
She on a Jubilee call me the X-man
Uh, OK I told you catch up
Did you make a mill yet?
I cant predict how many of 'em I could
On your left forearm, starin', lookin' at you
Like you up to no good, scared and afraid to
Look you in your eye like a
Man when he face you
Stood by
the dark
Now that's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin' you right
You're lonely
it's not enough
To the wall and through the door
With a stranger on the shore
I won't desert you
I don't know what to say
I really hurt you
I
made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga enough
Leave you baffled and, gaffled
"Man, shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his
on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a yes-man
With a point to make, you're bound to take a stand
Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
You step in the place with enough misplaced anger to catch a case
Anxious to get in some shit, got your
have all been prayed
Then you just let it come what may
If you're not brave enough to try
Then life will pass you by
All we have is today
There
Bizzy Bone It's the Dog, Bizzy Bone
Got the Dog
You got Bizzy Bone ya man
Undisputed champion boy
Here's how it's done aight
I love you in
"Man, shut the fuck up
Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there?
That's the nigga crib
When he come out just tighten his
sneakers to your face, you'll be running your mouth
It's too late nigga
It's too late nigga
Man, it's too late
Y'all niggas ain't early enough
It's my
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
and Red Bull, it's an incredible energy drink
And it's given me wings, I believe I can fly
While I pee on a girl, you won't catch me, CSI
It's as easy
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