Lyrics:
the week so we home by 11
My city got a lot of rappers
So we need our own stage
It's only these house DJ's that always fucken eat
That's why they got
like Uncle Tom's
Like Louis Armstrong
Wearin a tattoo and goin onstage like Tracy Chapman
I cancelled a big tour cause I was prepared
Why
Yo Flowsyk why you been so mad bro
Why you been so pissed off
Why
Why
I'll I do is work while these motherfuckers play me
Put in all this grind but
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you
Yeah, you know what I'm saying? A lot of niggas saying I don't fuck with Pretty Tony, so man?
Y'all, niggas, is Tom Cruises on the low man, I put
This is calabasas sound my dawg
This is calabasas sound my dawg
Why do niggas jump inside a booth to be so dishonest
Every time I hear your shit it
Hey y'all Its Optmus Here
This what i like to call story time so i want y'all to get close and pay attention...
They said one and one is two i call
Hey y'all Its Optmus Here
This what i like to call story time so i want y'all to get close and pay attention...
They said one and one is two i call
Hey y'all Its Optmus Here
This what i like to call story time so i want y'all to get close and pay attention...
They said one and one is two i call
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
back then I'm gone
I'm coming in and it's on
Y'all niggas rapping so gangsta'
Ain't none of y'all that hard
Y'all Jim Jones and Cam'ron, y'all beefing
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
the staff and performers, cause tipping ain't a city in China
Now this is the introduction, consider this a warning shot before we tell you to ride or die
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
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