Lyrics:
Kool-Aid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run
We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum
Here Kansas City come so give me some
missing
I'm a winner cracka, I didn't get any of this by luck
Domengo's right, you guys fucking suck
I'm a well dressed bum, wear the same outfit for
And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from
time to go
I pray the Lord hold me (You can be touched)
I was born in the city that never sleeps
Schooled by the realest of the real niggas
That
yum yum yum i come w chicks and flicks u a bum bum bum bum
Im to raw WWE fuck with me thats WW3 i got more lines than a dmv dont make call up Ris-ky
me
What I want is to belle full me
Oh my! oh my! oh my gawd
She gimme sign make I come, thank God
I cannot pass you by, fine girl
Na there dem dey see
to the hills of Texarkana
Afterwards I wiped my bum with nutria in pantyhose
After wards I wiped by bum with a cormorant and a lawyer's sack
With a pouch, with
[Verse 1]
Once I had a friend by the name of Jones
cnd his idea sure was wrong
I [took?] ol' Jones for my personal friend
You see what Jones has done
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it
to let you off the hook when I walk up those filthy steps to grease your fucking gate,
What makes you think you will,
Oh I've earned it just by being
Time: 3:34 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Remixed by brad gilderman at a & m recording studios
Last night I saw a suit give a buck to a bum
20 feet down the street, someone yelling, look up
Some girl, maybe eighteen, probably drunk
Just in
di odjinho
Shit ta t’ornan um demon
Lurkin by my self I was on D- mode
Nsta n’a Estrada sozinho ti fim
Nten ki sobrevivi
Verso 1
Nha vida e un
confinement
Independent never signing (QC)
Look at my dab that's a fool
2k15 are my shoes bad bitches by the double
I just want one of the two
And I got propane
it back to back
Got these bitches on my sack
Want my money bitches wack
They want my paper I don't lack
I get approached by imposters
They always
figured at five-to-nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
wanna ride
Turnaround make a hustler Wanna slide inside there
Been feeling alil down lately boy
Inspired by the green I break the Law
Day moving slow tic
the Medellin
Her milkshake got me bad, but she ain't Kelis
I'm killing this shit right now, you should call police
I'm killing this shit right now, R.I.P.
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
trippin', caught him slippin' with his pants down
Nigga don't run from me, brrra bum bum
Bitch, I'm trippin' with this drum on me
Yo hand out, I left it there
we can act, like it's okay
Bum a smoke on the porch, be there one day
We'll be alright, with the time,
In the rest of our lives
Fly by, can't decide,
It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump
See I grew up on the hill
But still I keep ready
Had
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