Lyrics:
to marvel at the lunacy of a
Language in which your house can burn down
While it is burning up you fill out
A form by filling it in
In which your alarm clock
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your
Like Lindberg who flew the ocean and Jesse Owens who showed Hitler
And John Wayne and Gerry Cooper after all didn't they really win the war
And General
fingers, if I needed more
By getting my shoes and socks off
I could count to twenty four
I'm Jake the [stops to count]
...to twenty five
I'm
that sometimes, the shit ridiculous
One hand in the air, if he don't really care
Middle finger in the air, if you don't really care
It's like that
a superstar by
The time he made thirteen
Sure would hurt my fingers Lord if
I had to play that mean rip it up
And I heard old Emerson say
No debt will go
Vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and
Left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed
Together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
(man, what?)
Invest into your weapon, them bullet fragments feel like bullet holes (rrah)
Shawty reckless he pop out in traffic, bail out, there he go
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
Played an old Buck Owens record never ever seen it fail
Got the hungrys for your love tiger by the tail
We're goin' foot stomp stompin'
You know I
Don't be mad I whooped your ass, 'cause I've tooken a couple
Feds askin' niggas questions, but I wouldn't rebuttal
'Cause I'm Jake Gyllenhaal, I'm in
"Well but I don't usually"
then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull
diamonds and sage
Left alone in confused forest's, enslaved by days
Time keeps on whoring us
Ghetto saviors can't keep ignoring us
Flowers and flames
by the jakes
Had the work tucked, guns in the truck
Licenses suspended, but remember
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
Went through 'em and laughed
Came back an hour after the accident
And bit a goddamn Jawbreaker in half
So stop faking the funk and start shaking your
ain't no mystery, your finger itchy, if she a groupie
Once you go up, once you go down, let's keep it Gucci
You take her head, I take all the jewellery
Tommy Hil' rockin' ice niggas
Tommy Hil' rockin' niggas who fuck-
Mira, aprende
Take a one on one to this shit, y'all (yeah)
Get your nostrils
"where the love at?"
Dip your finger in the bag to get your buzz back
I was wishin' on a star when I was that
I've been fortunate enough to have it my
together its heaven for meto please you
Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you
Running my fingers through your
meto please you
Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you
Running my fingers through your hair its not days
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