Lyrics:
of your old commodores
Man was I glad to see them
There was Earnest Tubb Marty Robbins Red Foley
Lefty Frizzell Tennessee Ernie Ford
I dreamed I was there
'll have to ask my Uncle Rat,
To see what he will say to that."
"Without my Uncle Rat's consent
I wouldn't marry the President."
Frog jumped on his snail
hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man
Shit that's her"
She roll with them G Unit niggas
That's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take
Love will make a fool of any man
It has been said no one can advise him
For his heart will rule his head
He names the wedding day
Just throws himself
'm looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box thing
Know
Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown
I know it don't rhyme
Does it matter that he
In fact he won't find
Excuses inside
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
night in four adobe walls
he placed the ring there on her finger
said I'll marry you some day when the spirit calls
she lost that gold ring the next
sadistic, materialistic (yeah)
Lookin' for a man makes them opportunistic (uh)
They're lyin' on a beach, perpetratin' a tan (yeah)
So that a brother with
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
played with football players
Of that type but the greatest football player, I guess
Of all of them was Jim Thorpe. He could do
What's the matter with Ernie
able to, what he would say
Why waste the slot time of the ridiculous rhyme
That's only excused by a generous mind
I kept 'em stored in the shelters like
orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm the man
The next thing you know I was throwing rubber bands
rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man!)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting
large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so e, what's next?
[erick sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The e-are-I-see-k, s-e-are-m-o-n
Call me
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
get me where I'm going
Cause now I have a man who really loves me
Not just with his words but with what he does
And not that he won't ever ever hurt me
sadistic, materialistic (yeah)
Lookin' for a man makes them opportunistic (uh)
They're lyin' on a beach, perpetratin' a tan (yeah)
So that a brother with
time give me five more minutes
And a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next
flex then wreck
So E what's next?
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The E-R-I-C-K, S-E-R-M-O-N
Call me a lumberjack, or a midland warrior
Doin damage
So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
Pedal to the floor -- peep the jim crow law, mind control theory
Y'all niggaz don't hear me, generation next
Radio style, yeah
She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo?,
jim
Wait a minute...i think I like that dance better than...
What are you talkin' about, creep?
What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer
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