Lyrics:
decide soon
I'll get flowers down at James Cress
You can wear the same dress
We'll pass up the limo
For an old sedan, yeah
Cringe at every air horn
Kiss
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
(uh)
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
still hip-hop's Jack Nicholson, I'm hip-hop's James Dean
Ain't shit changed since my first album, I still say what I mean
If your girl's pretty, don't
What you mean I'm gone man
You don't even know me
Well go ahead and get 'em up busta
Come on with it
Wahaa!
Y'all bustas just don't know
that, dead now bring
Dragged his limp body back up the stairs
Really couldn't control it, blood everywhere
They said his name was Sonny, but I don't even
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
Shout out to big Krit I’m tryn come down Mississippi
Tryna get my record played by the meanest DJ Millie
It’s just raps that I’m saying I’m just tryna be
It all started back in high school while I played pretend
From my favourite tv show to my favourite pen
Saving myself from mean boys, just trying
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Too many changes, you changed from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The markets see you as a old
(I'm a gentleman)
(But I ain't a gentle man)
(NineOne)
Didn't wanna clear that debt
Bloke got chucked in a freezer
Grabbed by the scruff
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
"lyrics here
Well I was sitting in a coffee shop
just having a cup to pass the time
swappin' rodeo stories with this old cowboy friend of mine
When
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I
got money to do it
Take your bitch home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler than a fan
Epic rap battles of history
James Bond
Versus
Austin Powers
Begin!
I've beefed with Le Chiffre and No and Blofeld with a cheek scar
But they were not
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
And wind back down again
That's how you go
In the old black pyramid
Past the hammers on the banners
That are hanging on the wall
Is what they mean when they
Desperate times will always call for desperate means - but this is the worst I've seen
Come take a trip with me up the mighty Mississippi
the moons of Pluto, back down to earth
Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for
The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
I love
can’t see me!)
If I say something I mean it (I mean it!)
Do my thing like Harry Houdini (Houdini!)
Break chains like Harry Houdini (Houdini!)
Stunt king
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