Lyrics:
Man, you're garbage man, you're not my dawg
Then why you barking man
Can't match my drive, you parking man
So get back in the motherfucking garbage can
woman for breast lumps, c'mon chunk
Your not a fuckin' goonie, most of these advanced rappers grew up in the forest
I'm the walrus, sitting on my
a hurricane breeze
Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat
Somebody seem him hangin' around
At the old dance hall
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
What good is it, for a man to gain the world
Yet lose his own soul in the process?
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're
What good is it, for a man to gain the world
Yet lose his own soul in the process?
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're
think you're bluffing
Well I'ma call my man
Well I can get raggamuffin
Ya better catch a flashback remember I'm not crabbin it
You know my style,
I ever knew
Ima be a better you
Who's your daddy
You're not really dead at least not yet
Take Me
Have I become my 90's dad?
Too scared to (Fall in
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
a needed condition
To have someone at my side
That shares my stride
I had to stop being hollow
And swallow my pride
Someday you're gonna need somebody
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
am I not the one with you
Time, I think you know this truth
I’m, not the one that got distant
Right? You’re bringing on issues
I hate just sitting
fuckin' with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man
In drop top, Glock cocked, got rocks in my socks
Cops spot Watt niggas but
heart a beat rapid)
(shags man and the gold mine pon a different tip)
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(this is what you call a dance hall
jesus...oh my god.
Dr. stewart: we're relaxing.
Gary phelps: [trying hard not to laugh]
Dr. stewart: okay, I'm back, we're relaxing, and we're counting down,
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
'bove my head
Well take look again my friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson, wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by
Undercover, might spend a few bags on them
If I kill a career, get an ambulance
But don't think you're surviving (nah)
Aim for the kill and my man's riding
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
down on midnight
Well baby, you're not so mean
Kill you like a holy nuclear
Oh baby, she wants my soul
Hock sooner
I'm a witness
Nasty black
sit up in this
Bitch and not eat he was like
"I don't give a fuck what
You're mad about, we cooking no matter
What, nigga come on man, let's eat!"
calls, I never pick up
And girl, you stole my heart but you're too fucking young)
Funny thing about this is
By the time you hear this, I'll be in
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