Lyrics:
the popping clique
TwoFr the opposite
All these fake-ass, broke-ass, lil' bum-ass niggas
I can't even be affiliated with no dumb-ass nigga
We getting money,
from beyond my cornbread made by Jiffy and we don't do Krusteaz
(?) gang them swishers and them mouths you keep away from me
We full of lean shout out
Hopefully I get there today soon
Been by myself when you shoot the news
Like you brought the 2-3 introduce me
To your lil partner she poppin too
Bacon
agenda
Name found by the G.O.A.T.S, that's what shooting get ya
Do the rhythm like I'm talking with a llama
Sparring outta Sparta, the heart of Eric
I said, "you lookin' like you came by yourself"
I see you in the Killer Reese is there anyone else
Like myself
You know that I'm the headliner
hand
I remember chuggin' Busch and I'd keep the can
Houston bum, all I had was a stupid gun
And 7 black trash bags of aluminum
In the club I be tryna
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
outta there with a grin
Met a bum with a mansion that invited me in
Then we politiced about politics
He mentioned def jam but I ain't acknowledge it
I
lose a hand of mine (I gotcha)
I'm paralysis when it come to the good times, I'm used to the pain
Feelin' like a bum under the bridge, I'm so used
think about me
'cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me
I write I only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain
By my earlobe
and I ain't
Long arm, that's me,
Strong supporter of law and order
Along the border.
Some of these bums should be drawn and quartered,
As far as I'm
I prayed for height, but they gave me width
The apple of my mother's eye even if they convict
The rudest unemployed apartment wrecking bum with
nobodys gonna give up nothing
if not by accident
so hey hey hey halleluja, anyway
hey hey hey,...yeah yeah yeah
something a little brighter must be
narozeniny
Tak teda všechno nejlepší
A ne že se to nezlepší
Ty ať máš všechno takový jaký bys chtěl
A kolem lidi normální
A starosti jen banální
No prostě
and stumblin' off six 40s
By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party
Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes
Or they dream about sex and those in
bums' dein' Arsch sofort
Jeder wär' gerne so wie er, Kool S
Rap's Pavarotti besser auch bekannt als
(Orchestrator)
Denn ich geb' den Ton an, Ton an, Ton
lazy horses in my cart
I've come here to get high, to do more than just get by
I've come to test the timbre of my heart
I've come to test the timbre
on the floor
Head in the sky, hand on a panhandle a bum begging for more
Someone peg him as old, a stegosaurus oppose
My gumball's big and bold no regular so
turned 18, she calls me baby
'Cause she's been waitin' all night to rape me
Here I come rubbin' on your girl's clit and on her bum
Oops, look what I
and bleak
Reflect the words we dare not speak
By the bottle's end
We may have done our time
What you want's to stay away from people like me
Who twist
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
Said the monkey of the three wise bums
Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent
But he's seen what jammings been done
And they're selling tickets
black people, eat too much grease
'cause every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover's son
Political rebel,
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