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on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
The champ is here
The champ is here
You can hate me I don't care
All y'all wanna pile on me
Make it hard for me to breathe
Throw sand in my eyes
And make it
me the world
I push to be not the backseat girl
Don't deep throat the C-note she float
Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we
bow, and every tongue confess"
This is my honesty, father won't you cover me.
"Come on!"
I don't wanna gain the whole world and loose my soul
"Lift 'em
a hungry man,
If you don't wanna join him, you got to beat him.
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing.
Then I stole his song.
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. ya'll playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And I know you hoes wanna roll with me
I shoot by the bar - place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn water
I head
I'm famous
I came in this world with nuts in my palm
And drinkin' Paul Masson
In a stolen Cavalier like I took LeBron
Locked him in a basement
Don't it sound clever, come and play
What more can I say? Welcome to LA
Uh, my nigga said he wanna fly out to get him
Some, three W's only for
played it (yeah)
But they just hatin' 'cause this motherfucker made it
Get a life, get a motherfuckin' life!
You don't wanna see what I can do with
the game?
Oh no I never lost I do it just because
So tell me why you hate the game?
This time I do it better just because
[The Game]
I don't talk about
combat, there ain't no comeback
You're tryin to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns
Just
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
We just don't call this shit drink, you know I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch, you ridin' niggas dicks like a bitch,
there's a loose screw
The night was going perfectly, all seemed well
I woke up in the darkness dizzy, feelin' like hell
I don't feel like myself, oh no
I don't ever wanna be like that
Well the rambler's gonna run, talker's gonna preach
Sons of the backwater woods are gon' creep
So I'm trying
just, might just, I don't know
'Vention, that's my intention
Want so much more than this third-dimension
That's not to mention my true ascension is
None realer
DVD:
Okay, I'm pleading them to shoot
I only bleed the truth
I'm 'bout to lead the troops
To free the noose
And let my people loose
This
Everybody feel it, Mike Myers with the mic how I kill it
Then I get this top billin', hey (woo)
Keep your third eye open
Any problem with the safe, then I
a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh, first chapter
This chapter called "Men"
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add
her, she wanna have a menage a trois
I can tell by the bra [?]
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
Do you wish or wish upon a star?
We will fight when
believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they
.jpg/220px-Feelin's_(Teddy_Edwards_album).jpg "Feelin's")
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