Lyrics:
the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
screams and cheers
Front row T-Shirt, L, we here
I bought every album, too many to count 'em
Watch your movies, your the only good thing about 'em
Todd
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
a dad, rap was all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Chukwu emego m a winner by default
They say that I am good and bad
Ehh no be my fault
Dreams of cruise in ibiza
Welu nke bu nke m and take both Caesar's
time you see Short baby, you get down.
'Cause the raps I make are the raps you like.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind,
History repeats like a metronome
Study the rhythm of the times
It's inevitable
A Black woman will be head of the O
V-A-L Office
Shirley Chisholm was
the raps I make are the raps you like.
The way Sir Too Short rocks the mic.
It's a one of a kind, rapping style.
Have the freaks in the crowd, going wild.
Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
We gon' make y'all say Woof
Until you motherfuckers demand
That nigga named Snoop
I can
inspire.
Broke in college visited home fronted work gave me power
And by the way, IYK, love ARs fuck a K
Free my dawgs, fuck a case
Except the ones with
Baby, N-O-L-I-M-I-T (na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na)
We gon' make y'all say Woof
Until you motherfuckers demand
That nigga named Snoop
I can
you at dre?
text the address to me and i'll be on the the way'
make my way to the closet just for a second
Prepare myself to step into the party for
they come too you ever step in the way?
You get stepped on and stepped through
The Flavor Unit's come and then
We must make room for all the flavor's
the curse, so disperse, yes, catching plagues
Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed, niggas on they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no
niggason they way
To a dead end, you won't catch me spreading no white thighs
I only see Afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no
gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
started out, gettin' hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell
With A Smile
by Eraserheads
Album :
Submitted by : MaRy
Corrected by : ejL
Lift your head, baby, don't be scared
Of the things that could go
album ain't gold, now what am I to do
Get a edge up, shape up, Caesar or a baldie
That phone goes two ways so feel free to call me
cnd buzzcut MC's can't
sung
Album number 2
Be on the way, East L.A
Straight to Brooklyn
SoHo, SoCals, what we aim
I don’t work to live
I live to work on all my own terms
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