Lyrics:
Homeboy...
What's up with 'S' - It's a constant search for drugs
Tease up da 'T' - And then you got beat up by thugs
You and 'you' - Is united we stand
Time to get down on some ABC’s
ABCDEF
Gee, don’t you wish you were cool like me?
H I, don’t think you understand
There’s no J K for you today
L M N O P
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
za za
Ooh staying up all night
It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight
Up all night
Ooh za za
boy Ruggy Batcave
Radio Batcave Studio
Doing it like we always do it about this time
Courtesy of 215 Aphillyated its Flamers 25
Hosted by Cosmic Kev
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
in hand,
From A to Z, come along and see,
All the magic in ABC!
(Outro)
Y is for the Yummy treats we share,
Z is for the Zany fun everywhere,
In
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like ALF a bit
Ha, I kill me,
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
Z-y-x-w-v-u
T-s-r, q-p-o
N-m-l-k, j-i-h
G-f-e-d-c-b-a
Now you know the mystery
To saying back you ABC
When you get stopped by the LPD
Sing this song
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
why he's doin' good
Rollin' through the park tryin' to make another hit
Little do they know that soldiers' legit
I'm not sayin' this to put nobody
now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond
Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year
pours, when it rains it whores
Now why you want to go do that
Like I can't see through that
Tattoo right there like I can't view that
Girl what that
darlin', darlin'
You never even called me
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
K dot dave
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Watch how K dot move, something not like you
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
water, boy, you better be a swimmer
I ain't worryin' bout y'all, sittin' on my Hog
While Miss Anita Baker sing "You Bringin' Me Joy"
I came straight
Starting with the A-B-C of it
Getting right down to the X-Y-Z of it
Help me solve the mystery of it
Teach me tonight
The sky's a blackboard high above
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
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