Lyrics:
the dance with them bullies in the paint
He averaged 26 too, putting pressure all on the court
Made Sports Center, but tryna be the center of the sport
These b*tches make me sick boy I think they all got cooties (uugghhh)
But I'm hypnotized by the thick thighs and the booties (Booty!)
2024 it's about
Everything that really counts to be...
Popular!
I'll help you be popular!
You'll hang with the right cohorts,
You'll be good at sports,
Know the slang
(Bob Dylan)
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
she speaks.
All the guys want to date her all the girls want to be her
Next time round, I want to be a cheerleader
Cheerleading's a sport now that's
play you close
Stick to ropes you gotta bob and weave
This where i began nigga
Hood know i'll never leave
I'm by the corner store
20 On 4 and a lil sada
winter away.
This time of the year is spent in good cheer
And neighbors together do meet,
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire,
Each other in
Bad bitch, she got them thick, nice thighs
Can't touch her cause she only reside in my mind
I change the game by music how i provide
She smell so good
This go out to C delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that) bob dole
(It's just so violent and
It destroys everybody)
And everybody else who
a pretty good night for a walk in the woods
By the ravine, along the trail.
They probably beat him up when he was young,
Or locked him outdoors for
where the real g's stay
Mamacita come to Cali I'm a show you what's good
Ima let you be a tourist ima take you to the hood
Drop the top in la make you
ancestors was raped by somebody white
I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes
Eat good food and be around black folks
I'm black so I like
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (ay)
I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game (ay)
I'm a big dog,
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
That's cause I can't (feel the bass)
Understand?
Walk this way cause here's the way we'll be walkin
Brooklyn style is the way we'll be talkin
And if
By Bob Hartman
Based on Rom. 7:15
I have a secret that I let nobody see
An evil shadow that's been hanging over me
My alter ego that I try to hold
by child
Hip-hop is being moved on a one-way course
Up and being led by an unseen force
You try to hold it down, won't be no good
The more it gets
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
you want me
And don't I know that you know that I know that you know
That I want you
So let it be known by letter or phone
All our other lovers
I want a bitch that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking
spoke a true word
Like a poet
Be yourself or be by yourself
You'll be done before you know it
Working on myself
Became a master
Used to wake up, go
to the beat cause I got rhythm
Beat turn off, I hit it acapella
They be sippin' on the strongest drink
Drink so much they spinnin' like propellas Fuck her good
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