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Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
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Brought me and the motherfucking palace was barking
In the midst, a poet, dryin'
Pharaoh and his girl being entertained by him
Motherfucker got
live niggas
Hit the strip, move them pies niggas
Drop a stack to get fly niggas
Roll the leaf and get high niggas
Hustle just to get by niggas
Yeah, you
it's kinda not my thing and I'm inclined to let you see
The real me, a little boy underneath
Now I know I'm kinda young but to me it's kinda clear
That
with me
Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep
Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G
Now Ricky
doggin' that shit, Ricky Steamboat ass muthafucka
Yo, lemme get that booze, pass me that booze, for him
Aiyo, Kay Slay, drop that shit, baby
[Wigs]
This
Frank zappa (lead guitar)
Ike willis (guitar, vocals)
Ray white (guitar, lead vocals)
Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals)
Alan zavod
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
bitch on my list, and it's not long
Runnin' down on niggas, they retract their statement
I keep a bomb, I drop it like a compilation (Maybach Music)
All
don’t een pak no bags
U said u wanna ride yea ( Ricky )
We can Shop when we get there
I see u tryna slide yea ( Ricky )
It’s fa Eva up there Wit me
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
I was young when she told me I was divine, yes
Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)
Ran away then got into a life of crime next, pyrex
Made it through
it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't
Dope in the sixteen bars
Recited by yours truly
Fuck that bitch playin' Gucci
That's ratchet as fuck
I told her "back it on up"
My jacket matching
as an arrow
I see alotta dancers but the floor is narrow
so Wiz give me a scratch and drop the beat
and check the meters so we can show them who's the dance
it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't
This the thoughts of a nigga who was Martin
Who went Malcolm, Now let me tell you where it all started l
The flow smartened, police, they was making
that it's all about me
What could it be?
I got the sixty inch flat tv, what?
Got it like DVD, whatever you need
I got the bubbles in the tub with
ooh ah sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
where the jugs be
Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me
y'all see the T.S. we shining, come to the be-X we grinding
y'all want to be us keep
far
Even Per'c think it happened fast, now I'm a star
She asked me how you pull off in the whip no key in there
She got distracted by my face and called
how hard I tried
I think it's time for me to watch the party die (uh-huh, huh)
Get 'em gone, we gon' watch the party die (uh-huh)
Send 'em home, we
the motions emotions
I be haunted by Trayvon Martin
I can't take my foot up off the gas so we on it
Appropriate our culture for the profit we don't profit
OGs
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
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