Lyrics:
a fright
Sitting back these pockets tight
Spicy as fuck
No ice like McDonald's Sprite
Any opp be gone and testing my might
King Arthur way we chop beef like
You should have a heart attack
I'm chargin' Smack cause I do a
Great job, I been the truth
I'm talkin' facts
You just bend the truth and
Come with
OR A MALLET AND GO BACK BACK BACK
AND THERE YOU'LL HAVE IT LIKE THAT, THAT THAT
THAT'S ONE WAY YOU COULD DO IT, I GUESS
WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME PAGE, WE GOT IT
Ever since I was the new kid
I been a dog like Anubis
Don't come around me on no new shit
Cause this the way that im movIng
This for the ones in my
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back to H Town, with re up about to score me nine
and that's the scoop
Can I go to the gym with you and shoot some hoops
Come on he put me under his wing
Was the ball boy for his little Arthur team
the impossible, I should wear a cape here
A "C" on my chest, coke dealers come and play here
Careers in it's eighth gear, nothin' left to do but levitate
I'm
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Arthur
Mais bon chapeau, quoi? Complet, cravate et limousine
Du haut d'leurs tours, ils regardent les pions et les font s’trémousser
Ils veulent
FBI
the doop
A bell with a coke
There by the lab
Off in my loaf
Why'all rappers think ya'll hard
I know ya'll soft
Its Chingy
Ya'll hoes act for me
So
...Past the entrance, by I bored myself
...Who are all these people in my office, anyway?
...Who are they? Where do they come from, do why'know them?
me but come a little close please
Listen baby you can be my IV,
Baby please bring me back it's an emergency
Resuscitate me, come on baby
Baby
me but come a little close please
Listen baby you can be my IV,
Baby please bring me back it's an emergency
Resuscitate me, come on baby
Baby
Damn... damn...
Damn I messed up
Really really really messed up
No, I wanna come home
I promise, I promise please to do right by you.
Let me open
a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal, others
to begin the year, especially when it felt like the end is near
I am back with the flavor in your ear
Smiling like seniors with veneers by an RV sipping
that dance with me
Do that dance with me girl
Please, baby please come back to me
Do that dance with me
Do that dance with me girl
Cause I love you,
Take a look around
Tell me what you see
Are you looking for a good time baby
Do you ever think of me
Come on hey
Please let me know
If you
or die?)
Follow me (la, da-da-da, la-la, la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
or die?)
Follow me (la, da-da-da, la-la, la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here
please spin back
Don't hit and run just please spin back please spin back
We are not done so please spin back please spin back
We do this for fun but he
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