Lyrics:
for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
you how to be like you,
But you still didn't get where you wanted to go
When you gathered in a group and got your own show
'Cause without
this jelly
All pre-trick, a major erection before we go pull over at a 7-11
Protection is a must to survive and in ghetto heaven
You gotta wrap it
will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD: You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your
bottoms, sons
miss a show in seven, civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama whisper her this
The real reason I was geeked to go to church, must confess
the mic
I play only the reggae and I play only rap
I rock the African, the European, and Jap
Beneath I got to show you that I am all that
So I must
the drill
Teacher's got his eye on her
Moves in for the kill.
Nobody can see or hear the things that they do
All the books stay closed, there must be
on her back say I'm ready to go
Man this girl must be the pimp the way I'm ready to hoe
I wanna take you out the ghetto girl around the globe
Getting
probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
Mariah Carey, kinda scary
Wait a minute what
The universe is to come, the whole world must go according
Know your galaxies and mirages stars start falling
So stay in your orbit maintain safe and sound
with a mission
To sell the American way of life: I'm not
Equipped to get into that kind of
Discussion about government but I'd
Love to go and show them
trouble with me, I'll show all three to you
I'm a redneck by the grace of God
I go fourwheelin' in the mud after midnight
Buck shot, buck wild, and butt
made my dick grow
and now her lawyer's at every show
waitin for me to kick in my dough
But before I go I'm on death row
coz the bitch had too much
how to be like you
But you still didn't get where you wanted to go
When you gathered in a group and got your own show
'Cause without the source,
how to be like you
But you still didn't get where you wanted to go
When you gathered in a group and got your own show
'Cause without the source,
So tonight I'm gonna get him
Got a rendezvous at seven
Faire l'amour toujours, so funny
Wanna spend all of this money
Should I wear a dress
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
for yourself
Find a way to get by
All the people
With day to day lives
Stuck in line
Twenty-four seven there’s no time for resting
I feel like I can’t
don't want to be
Hell was a place I found by mistake
A gardens secret yet inviting door
Leading to a place
I'm trying hard to let go
From
exact, spidey sensed I must be tactful
If I don't wanna be tackled, can't fumble the ball and go home
Otherwise, I'd let myself down in not being able
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