Lyrics:
the message machine.
Nobody's on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor, 1:34
Lookin' for the family dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw with the workboots.
mastermind then PhD
My schemes are credible
So the rhymes may not be detectable
Over heads, they go and fall on deaf ears
The buzz I made's beyond lightyears
you miss
Goodbye trick bitch
Hard hit by battle licks
Stay ready and watch
Boots are all over
We rock black ones
Others stay undercover
Recon is
I'm so dirty can't keep it clean, neat freaks leave the scene
Side's flow is street supreme, it overheats your beat machine
I'll eat your team, spit
Sorry top ten rapper on the answering machine
You're over like Al Green
This song is written for the 2003 team
V.I.P. with Ben Vareen
Cancel your A&R
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
??Roses before sign??
This one pushed his weight
??Day the chain??
Dogs barking, the sign flashing
Come one and all to the execution
Shot shot bang
I stay (ha ha, ha ha)
The B-to-the-R-to-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day, bust it
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch
through the fields and
Counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California
lettuce the Paleo indebt us, hot dog no relish, bring it back to the days where the flows was better its Blaqman baby & we hold Vendettas//
You can catch me
because he robbed, nigga, that's a shame
High up on the chart, a machine like a fuckin' crane
Dog got hit, should've chilled, get off, come on, ah
Dog got
Like a slobbering dog with a bone
-Just as wild-eyed and crazed
As the mountain of a man that stood before me
A new height was reached that day!
And you
Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't
black out (yeah)
Bright lights down the hallways
Left his best friend for dead for the small wage (ay)
They say that every dogs got a day coming
It's
on over 'cause were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
'Cause we jumpin'
to leave?
I've been looking for a maker to take me in
So pretty lady, where do I begin?
Up Mulholland
Travel by machine
Carve the canyons
My
goes on
Day by day
A total war
This final charge
Results are not good enough
A cruel setting
Supplies over stretched
Major losses
Following the battle
be ten
My hair is gettin' thinner
And you're a little bit outta shape
But with you standin' by me
Hon, I'd do it all over again
These are the days
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
They ask me am I ok, they ask me if I'm happy
Are they asking me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me
Or am I just a little snappy
Won't Test
Hook:
They wanna flex but they know they won't test/
No they won't/
Verse 1:
My days bathe in tides of rage and make waves inside
war isn't cool
War is only bad and it makes me sad
F-18 fighter jets aren't a little bit cool
Machines of war are only cruel
Even if you see them
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