Lyrics:
means is that
This human being is fly
Don't try to duplicate
I'm authentic, I see you scoping
My style like forensics, that is foul
Tech! Leave 'em by
blessed
And I’ve come to like your music, John P. Kee and Fred Hammond too
And I not only read more, now I’m reading to you
So to all the Christian
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
business
Check'a Fred is a gift to rap so Hip-hop gets a early Christmas
And I got a girl that make a gay dude say I love women (women, women, women)
I
her leave this time?
the scratch at the door was a welcome sound
Fred had come back, I love that old hound
Chorus
Well my woman done left but Fred
spying but she said everything right by that chair
I overheard it then I knew it
You would do it
Benny, momma is calling you, she says that it's urgent so
bloodclart live, spit my bloodclart shit
I'm a forefather, that's my bloodclart kids
Tell a hater it is what it bloodclart is
Then tell a real sound man
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans
He's like silicon titties, can you feel 'em?
How can a fake rapper fuck with a real one?
Shit, I'm that rapping
flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct
mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't want to battle
need is to get a curb
Shorties used to turn down the Henny, it'd make their titties burn
Crown draped over my dome before I could get a word
Ever
cotton candy
(My love)
That don't mean you gotta stop dancing
'Cause the way that you move is so demanding
(My love)
Let's put it on cruise
california
Bitch don?t front cause short dog is hard
If you answer my rap, I tear your ass apart
Just liket this, it lasts forever
You make a song and I
It's Logic (yeah-yeah-yeah)
See, see, see, see, see the bigger picture so we can profit all around
This is for my real hip hop fans
I, I want that
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
how to live by your grace
And you love me through all of my mistakes
So now I gotta let the whole world know
I'mma show em by the way I live, that's
through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
But I can bring you back heaven if you show me your love
I'm here I'm there
I do the Fred Astaire
I'm here I'm there
I know you want it yeah
I'm here
died in Iraq
Five hundred and nine died in Chicago
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by twenty-one
take a seat by me.
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Babs]
Get it poppin making a love scene, plenty room in the Limoscene
[Sarah]
What we gonna do
Short and Freddy be
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred be and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we
dollar's for a tape, Too Short and Freddy be
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred B, and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we
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
tonight)
Get it poppin making a love scene, plenty room in the
limousine (What we gettin to tonight)
[Fred]
Baby girl leave it up to me
I want to bite
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