Lyrics:
the roof since
You wanna be the Fall Guy
So mess around, you'll be a dead man
I get hype, Tonight's Da Night like Redman
Nuff respect to Big L who get wreck
One million bottle bags count 'em
Think they can bounce the ounce
And it get 'em
Yo black spend two hundred and eighty eight million
Sittin'
Alright 'til the day I die
Time it heals a million points of view
And yet I see my watch has smashed in two
Now I can remember when I used to believe
in here
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on, turn the lights on
Asshole by nature, tell them bitches remember
I'm a hunnid
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
pavilions
(Hell, it must have cost him millions)
It's a little slice of heaven by the sea
TOURIST: Over here!
The sights, the sounds
The lights, the smells
non-fragile when I walk the streets
I rock with Force MDs not a force
Chin check is in effect, catch wreck
(Put him in a yoke, snap his neck)
Mr. M-E-F
(The
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
kidnapped by this cracker white boy
And hoped I'd get back
They dreamin' 'bout millions, hopin' I'd get that (teleport)
Now I'm twenty-eight, at the Garden
girl
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passed by they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands and sing and dance
instead
Uh huh, that's word to the millions that they puttin' up
I'm trying to do better than good enough
What am I afraid of?
This is supposed to be
He had his marketing plan worked up
He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs
He wouldn't package 'em in a 6 pack
He's gonna sell 'em by the pair
bitches, no gnats (no gnats)
The lean by the bottle, no tax (drank)
Twelve think the coupe was hijacked (hijack)
Back in the day, I was into that (into
go out with me
Now I'm a big celebrity
All around the world
With a million girls
At my party
From London to LA
I own a few cafe's
I ain't
pay
As mutant kids go out to play
It's such a pretty pretty day
With orange nights and days of grey
Cold
I've now become a nervous wreck
or FED time
I'm lookin', I'm ahead now
right now, get 'em dead straight
Drive-bys in broad day, yeah, that's what they all say
A true trap nigga
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
vocals
Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry
"OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they makin' big noise"
Over a million sold to this day
seconds (no)
I'm from the 1600 so I don't fuck with no 32nd (woah)
These next few days you know we rocking know we gon' wreck shit (wreck shit)
Rest in
Bolstering national faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
He's the farmers barren fields (in God)
The force the army wields
vegetables
Rapping with that special flow
Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4
I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
me, ten million views in a day?)
YUP I'm on Worldstar
It's Mr worldstar
And I just made the World news
Got your girlfriend comin out them new True's
still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure
a little girl-e-o
Bimbo is a little boy who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by, they all invite him in
He'll clap his hands, sing
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