Lyrics:
rock this town
Rock it inside out
(Wowwa Nock Ahhhh)
Well, we're havin' a ball just a-boppin' on the big dance floor There's a real square cat, he
Anna I
And the last big town we came to was san francisco.
Life, there, was fine, only anna felt so tired
And grew envious of others:
Of those who
jiggy with your albums
Career heliocentric, everything revolve around son
I remember coming up, older niggas use make jokes and doubt em
Take a look
Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my little dog money
Thank god
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
the speed of sound
Ooh, it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I feed
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
They hung a sign up in our town
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
So she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With her
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
get big off the rap yeah I might
But I won’t forget my bros faces, or the town where I spent most nights
Still post up round street
By now it’s all
THE WORLD WINDS DOWN AND TURNS COLD
SWEET LITTLE SHIPWRECK OF A SOUL
BY THE TREE YOU SWORE YOUR LOVE FOR ME COULD NEVER AGE
YET YOU'VE SUNG NOT A WORD,
rear
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge
Both how I'm
broke and used
Motherfucker
I drank with hank, talked blues with billy
Rocked with run sang with shotgun willy
Went from small time philly to big time
up, sun down, big dreams, small town
Pink flamingo kind of love
Life is great without the clutter
Pass the apple butter
I can't believe this heat
a camper
(We go from town)
Love in the back of a lovely T2
(We grow, we roam around)
Big time for me and you
The sky so blue
All our dreams come true
All
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
the music I don't know the note
Just know the way that the Cajun music go
Played my music by the old bayou
And a big motor boat just a by me go
Man
couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of
By some bitch named Alberta over
Hmmmmm, it's about that time of the year anyway. Hahahaha!
Well! You despicable heathenistic civilictic god knows what else... mumbling jumbling oooh big
real estate property
Constant passive income
While in my big studio recording album
Money streams autopilot
Vacay to Paris
Mansions for parents
Adani
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
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