Lyrics:
We're gonna take this, opportunity
To play some old time songs
We got a lap-trap on the off-beat
And a bass drum on the on
Stars over 45, we're gonna
this shit is getting old
Man this shit is getting old
Ass man
This shit is getting old
Ass man
This shit is getting old
I been
I been tryna get it on my
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like
chilling with the wrong crowd
I wanna quit this music
Cause' it's long now
And any wrong how nuff' man never helped ya
But you never got to do it
Alcohol
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
A team that's militant
A down ass woman by your side that get it in
The realest, I love this feeling
If you don't have a team that's militant you
gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave man's in
I
gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave man's in
I
to the 'Thriller in Manila'
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
Long time since man has seen angels
Like wait where
Ok your bad now cool
Young boy move like man a old school
G’s I know said they don’t know you
So we
tired of this fam
I'm tired of this fam
Hundred bands, Rubber bands where you at?
I'm breaking neck, for a check that won't last
I'm tired of this man
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
I gotta walk that lonesome valley, I got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me, I got to walk it by
this same walk with my old man
Boy, I've been in your shoes
Down our long dusty driveway
I set my mind to go
Well, I was eighteen and wild and free
blazing today
By the hand of an old good friend
(By the hands of an old good friend)
Feeling light feeling high
Thanks to mister medicine man
I take a hit
Jones got the summer
But I've awoken from my slumber
Now I'm never letting off the wheel
I see mans killed that weak leak
Fine by me, I can still survive
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
Yes, we know we should have been home
By this time, my darling, yesterday
See, we were rolling across Texas
And this big old memory jumped in our way
hopes were dead
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
From the forest
His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
the street man.
I av been livin fast fast fast fast, time really moves fast fast fast fast, so am staying far away to my old days
Staying far away to my old
teeth house.
The holy man piously placed his ticket stub on Dino Sore’s outstretched tongue, saying...
FATHER BILL:
Take this, Dino Sore, and use it,
and Krept in this
Go back to back and nobody want back him, so back up or find out I get lacquered
Man start beef with the kid that ain't good for your
had me out there by my damn self
Another day in the life
Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in
Murder was the case, you can't relate?
somethin'
Play a trick on an old man, kick the fuckin' old man
One day she kicked the old man into the river(Yeah)
Kicked it off and ran away, harm is not
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