Lyrics:
And I've got
And I've got
And I rock
Clap ya hands to this one
And I've got
OK
Not for one minute did I ever doubt you
Always holding it
inside of the livest niggas
Art of War was designed by the wisest killas
Wrote the thug book, only the truth get spit
Took my hooks like you wrote that
people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by
But still they workin' all they life, they pushin'
And worn down, by this town
All the same
You find me here
Placing blame and escaping fear
And self doubt, in this town
But no matter where I go
am a blackman you scared to clap for
I am a blackman who likes metephor
I am a blackman whose antiwar
I am I
And the blackman that I am is quite
little kids get hit by strays
Cause muthafuckas can't act they age
Before you learn how to shoot, better learn how to aim
There's already enough of our
[Originally performed by D.A.F.]
geh in die knie.
wackle mit den hueften.
klatsch in die haende.
und tanz den mussolini.
tanz den adolf
different clothes
Just 'cause we look different
We don't, we don't pose
Well we ain't bothered
By the critics' wit
They're so funny
Writing shit
(Repeat
by strays
Cause muthafuckas can't act they age
Before you learn how to shoot, better learn how to aim
There's already enough of our people that's dyin
To see a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall
Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all
Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'
But that
[Chorus]
Yo ain't nobody bang it like me
Stack it like me
Would'nt like me
Ask Kelly his orignal plan to get us large on that map by making you clap
I'm from the city, where the skinny niggaz die
So I stay swoll maintain my weight, and drop haters that pass by
I'ma ride, till the wheels fall off
an A-cup
But if you blast first, I'ma blast back
And by the last verse you gon' pull yo panties out yo ass crack
Then I'ma backtrack and reach inside my
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
Bakatono bakemono henna ojisan
Gamushara sekuhara henna ojisan
The Yogi Dr Swami with his hand upon his thing
Guru by appointment to the Corkscrew King
やんなってしまうよな what the hell?
Keep calm and clap your hands
明日もまだこのまま?
Be a good person by the book
I'll be right back つまんない? ド派手にやんない?
さあ! Hell
coughing while it's burning
Rip out my lungs and you'll see that the resin got him dirty
That's from puffing up the weed heavy breathing like I'm Kirby
By
Praise Him on the drums, hey
Clap your hands, all you people
Shout unto God with a voice of triumph, come on, hey
Yeah, praise Him on the bass, come
khabusima say’xoxa
Sak'shiy’ umile nalo mntana uyay'qonda
Then return her by the morn' ak'balisele ezay'zolo
Unga worry unga relax-a ibayimpolo
She just hit
The opp boys way too wet
Would've thought they got sprayed by Fireman Sam
And the kickback's way too strong
Should've called this shotgun Rob Van Dam
insulted by the proposal
It's like they forget I'm the mogul
The trainers are in JD Australia
And that means we're goin' global
I don't wanna be
intimidated by a woman's plans
To get the riches and flip it, so we can it, y'all
We doin' things all night, you with it
Fuck a mule, give me the banker
'Cause
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