Lyrics:
what's your sign?"
Honey was offended by the pick up line
Cut my bangs so they don't hang, then shampoo the doo
Get the hair out of my eye so I can
So you are the bird on the run, huh?
Oh, yeah! And I can't wait to get
Back to my real home on
Sesame Street! I figure I can walk
Back there in, oh,
Hey, thanks for joining me on my daily lyrical workout!
I work it out, work it out on the microphone
Feed me beats like you give a dog a bone
More
peace, this is mecca the ladybug and I'm sayin though! what is really
what if I can't even get comfortable because the supreme court is,
like, all in my
to Bert & Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we'll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard
to come up strong
Gotta make shit happen, gotta get it how I want, gotta get it on my own
Real life, this counts
Little man, gotta come home soon
Been my
its you on a shirt
Say you came out the mud you get left in the dirt
You gone die with your brother like ernie and bert
How you serving the junkies
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
brains on the back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be
No girl named Brian
Not a girl named Brian
And he started to shave
And have one off the wrist
And want to see girls
And go out and get pissed
This man
I just sold out the Garden
Life's a bitch and then you die
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then
(Damn huh, damn huh)
(Oh my)
(Let's go)
And I swear to God, when I make it out
nigga I'm flexing and I'm coming right back
And I'm wit the gang,
ask why, what am here fo' I gotta figure out
Waste my life no I gotta make it count
If Christ is real then what am I gonna do about
Everything in Luke
pop out in black ghost phantom
Ya niggas is really bitches can't beat me
The bullets all in his face like 3D
They copy my style these niggas wanna be me
all in like casinos
Free my nicca Vito free my nicca coco
Deeda black and dirty bert we waiting till you get home
I'm booming these nicca like my name
four Way on the chain bitch I'm hollin'
Still fuckin round with Brooklyn bitch I'm whiling, still childish
Play round with my bitch I get to crashing out
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
out in this Galaxy
Ima shooting star
Wit none to come before travel after me
On life Til it ends (Yo)
Ima be the man
Writing in my captain's journal
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
em
Can't stand the fall
My beeperis out of reach
I mean the stakes are too high
So I got to get each
And every single solitary
Ligit digit
your a fag
I walked on your block with a forty you finna get dragged
I walked on yo block and I came with extensions
These fuck niggas stay out my
of Bert Backarack
oh, alright, i'm outta my head on E
i much prefer takin' my favourite drug, LSD
it gets me really wrecked and makes me feel really crazy
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