Lyrics:
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
it on.
I wanna kick you in the head Mr.president
Enocent Peoples are dying war like a Zombie ina resident evil.
Let me tell you why its happening
cause
Man
The all-Mighty (,) Peking Man
Hustlin that bustlin hard till it all turns up Trumps like Donald , mayne
[AGENT ORANGE ALTER EGO:]
I fly, high
Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk
Let me go ahead and count up the presidents
Bitch I'm a nerdy ass gangster like Slick
Gripping the beam on the side of my hip
My money too heavy I walk
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
at this view?
Strange patterns in the skies, snakes that fly
The mothafuckin' stakes are high
Look the other way when jakes roll by
For my birthday, put
And leave you jumpy
Why make it tough
By getting grumpy?
Plenty of roads to try
Some roads are soft
And some are bumpy
Some roads you really fly
Some
a nuke for France
A radioactive true romance
Get'r done Mr. President
Satellite show is evident
Blinding flashes world-wide
It's camera bulbs for inquiring
throw parties in the sky
I'm on the 42nd floor now thats super high
Champagne, more paper planes than
You could fly
Them young niggas fail soon as they
about this bum that goes boombayah
She said I got her feelin' high like the Everest
Keep on talkin' like you crazy ya
Now she callin' me the president
the fye and you through
And that's in self defense, being clear, that's the truth
Mr. Rae-Rae, I'm still fly
Mr. Rae-Rae, still get high
Mr. Rae-Rae, what's
And then I wait online cause I fly El Al and then they ask all these questions. You know the security question, TSA, they say they're, I find them,
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George
That make me do the hula hoop around the gym
(Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought she would come and work for the president
Mr. George
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
and Hennessey
Look what you did to me
Hoes on the gram, dm'n infinity
President kush, I'm puffin' that Kennedy
Fly as a shovel, shit is digging me?
She let me in
Soldier from jungle never take
Back free shot's
But that ended up at when man fly
The impulse makes your body pulse beat
Off a beat per minute (Ohh)
As I
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
Girl meets boy on Thursday night
Boy was high, girl fly like kite
They hold hands until next day
Boy
feelin' myself
And with the number one single, I'm feelin' my wealth
Yeah, Now what you know about me
Call me Mr. '08, 'cause this year about me
I'm
the same green I get
I mean I get so much
Green it's like I'm Irish
High glis' on my wrist and you
Can see the camera shoot
The CD gettin' spins it's Mr
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