Lyrics:
Ella dice que pierde el control
Cuando toma alcohol
Entonces compro otra botella
Ésta noche como sea
Yo me voy con ella
Yes I’m go with her
Loose all
Damage Control, baby
Hooked
Yeah baby, I'm hooked
Said it, I'm hooked
I ain't lying - I'm hooked
Hooked on process
Static image cop-out
Autonomous,
Hey Hey
My My
Mr. Young
Did we let Rock die
I'm looking for the cause
The reason Why
No suspects
No Alibi
Oh My
Guitar was replaced by
Autotune
the baguette, with them rose (with them rose)
I got a check, crush on the neck (yeah)
Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck (hit like a wreck)
Makin' it stretch,
time, and now I'm free
I'm a dope one, ready to rip and wreck shop
I will not stop, I won't be dropped by the cops
I'm bad, understand me with
purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door
Don't knock little can't rock he's
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
purpose served
By staying aboard this runaway wreck
While you're losing is on the curve
Right there's the door
Don't knock little can't rock he's
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
both if I go Pichu, I just may not have to beat you, overload with no control, I'll fry your soul in hell I'll meet you.
Rocking Amadeus with the wingman
ones
Wanted to take control
Trying to create
A crop of followers
We're now indoctrinated
From the cradle to our graves
All slaved by the lines of a book
INTRO:
(whisper: Swiss, Harv. So, Solid. x2)
So solid, big...
I'm gonna bust, you're gonna rhyme,
I'm gonna bust, you're gonna rhyme,
I'm gonna
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
Doggytyle, yeah
B.I.G.
Uhh, to all the ladies in the house
Where they at?
Uhh, uhh, check it out
C'mon B.I.
Another day in the ghetto
One
hand see I just stand firm
And wreck shit so the next man learns
How do you flow? I never run out of breath
So much soul I had to step to the left
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
losing control cause I wasn't ready
Fightin all my demons in a dark place call it Armageddon
Turn it up gonna speed by, I won't come in 2nd
Turn it up ima
you don't keep up you get left behind (You get left behind)
Mulah work his magic, cast a spell control ya mind (Cast a spell control ya mind)
I see
nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in
daddy.
Baby now baby understand.
Jimmy looks good but he's a half a man.
Roy looks cool but he's oh so cold.
And then a big old junker gonna wreck
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
then I can tell him about this dumb big mouth
But remember, we the ones with the tongue - and dick control
Again I say, where did The Koi get her neck
then I can tell him about this dumb big mouth
But remember, we the ones with the tongue - and dick control
Again I say, where did The Koi get her neck
.jpg/200px-Poster_for_The_Nervous_Wreck_(1926).jpg "The Nervous Wreck")
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