Lyrics:
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
From Episode 7--Josh And The Big Wall
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Larry the Cucumber
Presents, in a sequential image,
and I dont want to leave it destroyed
Big boy diamonds, big boy talk
This shit not for little boys
You been warned like a drug, addicted they think Im
tribute, it won't take long
I've made some stuff rhyme and
I've recorded this song
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted
of by the others, they said we're better than you
I could care less about what you think about the things I do
Shut the heck up, I know you don't like me
wanna listen to this song?
Do you wanna act like a fool?
Do you wanna be like Lando Commando?
He's gonna get shot by Rambo
This is a little diss song
This
very clearly a joke
Sweet, yeah, yeah. The doggy dish line is the only one
That's made me nervous, because it's a little bit out of the blue
Out of left
Phantom
Stuck on your first beat, I'm trying to top my first album
Keep a cleaver, no I'm not Haskell
Keep a hairpin, no I'm not Little Rascal
I been having
Phantom
Stuck on your first beat, I'm trying to top my first album
Keep a cleaver, no I'm not Haskell
Keep a hairpin, no I'm not Little Rascal
I been having
that road just beyond the olive groves that bears up to the left, by that tip. It’s been there for decades that. The whole town just dumps it’s shit
noticed her sister leavin' town
She was west of Texas
By the time that the gavel came down
Be careful what you wish for
You might get more than you ever
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
I reckon you all don't know me at all
I just got here today
My home is way down in a little town
It's not so far away
Everybody for miles around
shed say
I gotta meet someone for an interview
He's only in town today
Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than I thought he'd be
High heel
I was born and raised in this little town,
Where the streets are quiet, and the sun goes down,
I knew every corner, every streetlight,
And every
The bitch jumped up with no respect
I had to put the big, big bitch in check
I said, "Ya come a little closer and ya will get shot,
I'm sober anyway, I
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
from Brooklyn to Chi-Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty
thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal
Fuckin' they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch
From the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time
Up in they, bitch
and get gleamed over
Ya album fell flat Calvin Butts with the steam roller
In streets deep with mixtapes I supplied my ring
Was pushin' Street Sweepers
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