Lyrics:
Ultimate talk, championship
Ultimate talk, championship
Ultimate talk, championship
Ultimate talk, championship ultimate talk
Living massive
Knee
Talk about (hey!) a revolution
(They stole my land,
They won't steal my soul)
We had the gold rush wars, why didn't we learn to crawl?
about a God damn Grammy?
Yo, Flav, I give a fuck about a God damn Grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by
But we're just going to play and play until it goes away
So if you don't like the groove you can turn the record off
It won't cost you nothin' but
Worry about the future
Then cover it with humor
No one talks about the ending
And I guess I wanna blend in
So jealous of those people
That wake
to cure you
It's so draining
Really, how can I help if you won't talk to me?
Thought you were a runaway
Not just a cliche
When you get so quiet
Worry about the future
Then cover it with humor
No one talks about the ending
And I guess I wanna blend in
So jealous of those people
That wake
it like a peacock
I knocked the Reebok Now she jock
Blowin' up the Pactel and the doorbell
Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail
and a packet of three
And if I don't get laid I'll sure die tryin'
Tonight this city's gonna be all mine
I want to talk about motorbikes, cars and things
No
about this
Lets talk about
Hows about we talk about that
I want it right now like a black father wants cows
For his daughter
To supprort her
Im tryn’a
But we're just going to play and play until it goes away
So if you don't like the groove you can turn the record off
It won't cost you nothin' but
wonder what crawled in here and died
Ya know, walkin' around barefoot actin terrified
But it gives me stuff to talk about with my friends, like
Hey I
arrange for a quiet little spoon
Think of all the joy and bliss
We can hug and we can talk about the weather
We can have a quiet little talk
I will see
need it
I'm not about that life
I don't get down, get down like that
Some bitches do and some bitches don't
Some niggas spend cash on that ass
caught the next plane home,
Thought about all the years gone
Had my pride that I let so much time go by
I ran up those stairs and stood by his bed
think about someone else?
(Else,else)
You're talking like us still you never adjust
It's like you're disgusted by me, boy what's up?
So how's
wanna talk to me
so fake yet so friendly
My eyes can see even the back of me
won't you just let me be
'Cause everyone is falling away
feel like
the only benefactor
Of my every talent because
Without it would
Probably be the happiest
Although I never learned
To talk to many people about it
I'm an evil
My mama told me lots of things
About the live we lead
Told me it was too easy
To live a life of greed
She said you be a good man
And I'll be
How many rhymes does it take to reach from here to New York
[$hort]
From here to New York
Everybody's talking about sir Too $hort
And its all
just going to play and play until it goes away
So if you don't like the groove you can turn the record off
It won't cost you nothin' but a penny
a lie...
Man is born with the will to survive,
He'll not take no for an answer.
He will get by, somehow he'll try,
He won't take no, never let go,
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
wanna talk to me
so fake yet so friendly
My eyes can see even the back of me
won't you just let me be
'Cause everyone is falling away
feel like
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