Lyrics:
He said - come on now little darling, if you love me like you say
You can just lie there and sniff the smoke, you don't have to use your vein
the best man my mama ever loved
Not the kind that walks away but the kind that don't give up
Devoted and true, someone to look up to
Even a boy of eight
A one-two, yes my mic is on
(Water Water introducing)
Some of these boys can't rhyme...
[Hypno]
You want proof!!
The freshest group since 93 was
It's gonna be a good year for Santa Claus
At our house there's hardly room for another gifts 'neath the tree
But when I was a boy one year he nearly
we'll see
Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land
sprayed by poetic machine gun
Acknowledge existence of a prodigy born son
Even the odds divide come up with the sum
And the remainder will be one
[Chorus]
We the undisputed, the most wanted, the most hated
Most niggaz never squeeze, they overated
You fascinated by the way my clan made it
They're making little dollies, they tell you "it's a boy,"
Baby brother tender love to bring you lots of joy.
They're making plastic families, all
(Mark Erelli & Polly Mathewson)
Saint Nick fell down the chimney right on cue
With a big ole' bag of gifts for me and you
I was crying by
my son and an extra foot for my daughter
Gifts from a land that I don't even know I was
To slow to see that s-car-go you say I'm all
Blow no cash
I used to be a better man
But the regret came, and here I am
I used to walk outside my door
But I don't go outside anymore
When will they carry
A shattered window,
The boy is back she cried.
He burned the bed he sleeps in
Because we lied to him.
And I don't want to be here
When he comes
died
And now a hurricane's comin', but don't bother warnin'
Cuz my trailer got swallered by a sinkhole this mornin'
I'm a Florida Man
Now I'm livin' in
Perché sono l'uomo
Why I am the man
The telephone rang it was Marty Scorsese
The maestro said, "Son now don't be lazy
I need that 'Meth Lab Zoso'
For my
she let Kuzma fuck
I don't even wanna fuck girly
She be doin' too much
Seen your favorite rapper out in public
His jewels was tucked
Like a nigga shoes
Pay attention to me when I'm talkin' now, I
I don't appreciate all the disrespect now
Let me find the key, okay
Boy, you can not play the piano
You
fa cigar
Ahh t'ori p'on kere si mi
S'on kooja eni ti n ma tun gba l'eti ni
S'eyin ni moolebi Mr Faleti ni
Headphone Beat by Drey le ma tun ba l'eti mi
50cl ft. Djeemy Reduzi (Prod by Tony Saucé)
(Mick & Djeemy) :
50cl pour toucher le ciel
(Mick Comte) :
40oz in the morning got me buzzin like
Everybody in my neighborhood respected and feared your grandfather
All the guys I came up with said don't mess with Mr. Jones
I got, wanted
to be impressed
Well this nothin yet i'm still young
I'm still workin' on my kingdom
With that bullshit that you pumpin' son
See through that transparent
wavy out
Lend a hand, you're a savior
Same day you're the one need saving now
When I was young, had to overcome the doldrums caused by hanging doubts
don't know, well today, this a formal introduction
My god
Make em do the by job aye
Drive so fucking crazy I could keep my eyes closed aye
But this road
boy Don)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
I'm feelin' like Kyle (Kyle)
They try to paint me the villain, ayy, ayy
I'm feelin' like Kyle (Kyle)
The left wanna see
tell by the smell
Don't let em catch you reach back like Odell
Nobody safe when they clickin that strap in the belt
Praying and spraying aim worse than
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