Lyrics:
at a food festival in Northern California
Three people, so far, dead
Breaking news (fifteen wounded)
A deadly shooting at a newspaper office in Annapolis
girl blow three or four stacks
Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed
In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats
But then real close by
broad day
Cops meeting their quota running for arcades
The three initial's on the
Pistols printed all K's
The end is almost near, inferior of nothing
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
Fast food
Fast food
About six months later
They finally raised the minimum wage to twenty three fifty an hour
I was so excited to go to work that day
Forty-eight hours in love, it oughta be a weekend marathon
So you better get ready, my king, 'cause I'm a be the queen of insomnia
Stay wide awake for every
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the 'cause so
So here we go y'all
Little by little you know
We got the power
And the knowledge to move 'em
And still rock
A super song for the cause so
Feel
Forty-eight hours in love, it oughta be a weekend marathon
So you better get ready, my king, 'cause I'm a be the queen of insomnia
Stay wide awake for every
to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop, the hippie, to the hippie
The hip hip
a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo,
a life that came out
Of the inside of a life that was inside of you
I gotta respect the way you provided food, for the whole fam'
You came over
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said "Fee, fie, fo,
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
doing a good job
And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people
No water, I fought for my country for years
We need help, we really need help
In
and you lookin' like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
And you took another bitch husband, the other bitch wasn't
Doin' shit for him
She say
can tell my baby mamas, "Get the bail money" (bail me)
I said one thing they ain't like, threw me out like they ain't care for me
Threw me out like
to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can't find me
And my family don't know
I keep telling them
and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out ya ass!
In one year I got rich, now life's moving so fast
But being broke with no food is just
of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor
Ali said, "Damn, tip, why you drive so far for
Friends of mine don't have the time
For food or wine
Just money is on their minds
Life is sweet
On a one-way street
They're indiscreet
and you lookin' like a mother
I took you from a clubber to a lover
And you took another bitch husband, the other bitch wasn't
Doin' shit for him
She say
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