Lyrics:
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
Bag it by the sofa
And whip that pyrex
Two waps up
Little nigga don't try this
Steak mignon
Have dinner by the Eiffel
I was running outside
Twenty three
'til he outta breath
I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf
Oldheads get boomed too who next?
Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death
Try to reach he get
stop
I'm Biz Markie with the funky sound
And right about now, here's the countdown
One.. two.. one, two, three
[Chorus]
Yo be take it from
Don't bother telling me what I got coming in the morning
I already know
I got some feelgood pills and a red Gatorade by my bed
Ready to go
I'm gonna
Bound by chains
Counting down til the end of days
Power is evil and
Evil is ours
Praise for the demon
That made who you are
Two hits
Three hits
Take you
They can't top you at all, If had 3 wishes
I'd call up the mayor and ask for three bad bitches
Sugar and spice, always ready to fight
Who the baddest
cooties
So look here niggas, I'm Hunting Red October
I said my shit and ran my lyrics and now my verse is over
There's only so much time left in this crazy
Numbing out my body ’til I’m ready to move
’Til I’m ready to move
Yeah, one, two, one, two, three, go
What do you want from me
What do you want from me,
bag full of Za (right there)
We gon' smoke 'til tomorrow (twenty-four)
I might keep these pints for the drought
Then break 'em back out like I'm
it gon be today? (Let's see)
The yellow Benz or the red Navi'
Iny, miny, ony, mo
That's the way I pick when I'm ready to roll
Murph Dert got
Yeah,
Drought 3
Hahaha
Yeah
Scott Storch
Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy, Young Money, where you at?
Two tables and a mic, tell the DJ run it
Wasn't right like drugs got three strikes
You got these last nights for thugs
Holdin' my position
My competition is never ready
Ripped like a machete, my
helpin' me climb so I know that I'm fine
Yeah
It's alright tonight
Keep runnin' straight through 'til you find the light
Everyday's a new step to write your
third eye stretching like elastics
Smoke three to the face, that's a hat trick
My eyes red like scarlet, I swear that Mary Jane is my bad bitch (My bad
gushing from my red blood
Nothing feels better than to feel true love
Until that love stops feeling enough
Love really is a drug
I think im in love with my
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
Yo yo yo
Twenty-three years I’m in my head
Thinking bout what life is about
When will I figure out I’ll never figure it out?
Try not to live
and handsome
Ready to go at random
A hater cannot stand um
And no I do not ask for no respect
I just demand um
I'm throwing bombs
You better hope that I don't
Ready to go at random
A hater cannot stand um
And no I do not ask for no respect
I just demand um
I'm throwing bombs
You better hope that I don't land um
and handsome
Ready to go at random
A hater cannot stand um
And no I do not ask for no respect
I just demand um
I'm throwing bombs
You better hope that I don't
of the jungle
What was found now lost but now found, ready to mingle
Real with a single but the V don't stand for video, subliminal
Okay, Im ready to confess
Went
That's why I gon' keep rappin' 'til I'm seventy
Ready or not, Rocksteady Crew rep ready to rock
Knock knock, you're thinkin' no one's upstairs, but
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