Lyrics:
Insanity, DVD, how I stretch 'em out
What the stress about? INS best out
Fact, you knew that before he left the house
Fresh at the produce section
Gaze at my
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
Grammys and a career 20 years long
You make movies that could never sell
Go straight to DVDs and just
Sit on the shelves
I rap Puerto Rico, you're old
rules don't apply
For a man on a mission, (West Side) either you live or you die (Ha ha)
This is my struggle, (you got a choice) this is my story, this
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
Dark eyes on a dangerous face you are a beautiful killer
We pass by the same old place you are a (beautiful killer)
You don't have a life, you have
'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind
Here's to the good old boys, the guitars that made the noise
And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we
Porter
Have you heard among this clan
I am called the forgotten man ?
Well did you evah?
What a swell party this is!
Have you heard the story
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my sequel
You know the money, blues- broken-
Monkey see, monkey
(Clip of old radio broadcast:
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles!
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
I pick me up by the seat of my pants
And put my fingers down on the keys
To sing a story that ends with nobody friends
I'm sittin' on a rock 'n'
I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds
When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes
It was a two year old
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
nights
And everything I had to know
I heard it on my radio
You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made
the Brickyard, Charlotte and Darlington
You could feel it in your chest when they let those horses run
With my old man in the stands as the crowd cheers
We had
to go to bed
And the fire's all out and whoops goes the light
Now you know the story of the old rigadoo
So good night and God be with you says Little
getting late at night
The fire's all raked and out goes the light
So now you've heard the story of my old rig-a-doo
It's good-bye and God be with you says
good 'cause I'm off my feet,
Man the little squalid dogs running up in the street
And they saying:
My name is Sharina, my name is Busta
My name is
getting late at night
The fire's all raked and out goes the light
So now you've heard the story of my old rig-a-doo
It's good-bye and God be with you says
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
Chorus: Method Man
You
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
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