Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
should pass me by
If I doubt where he'd be
He's the kind of man
Who needs the kind of woman like me
Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
heard of a
Little something called Quality Control?
I mean, how can one guy put out a hundred
Albums and have them all be terrible?
You'd think you'd get
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
through
I know without your love I just can't go on
I wonder where our love has gone.
always thought you'd love me more and more.
never dreamed you'd ever
the consequences, I'm the same nigga anyway
It's way more important what I'm finna say
Do what I say or I ain't droppin' shit 'til twenty twenty-eight
(Who gives
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you'd
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
the farm life, yeah we're livin' the farm life
Out here we know how to treat a girl right
Take her by the hand and love her all night
In the farm life, just
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
am a little dazed tonight
A little more dazed than usual my friend
And road manager George Gruel presented
Me with an album about three days ago
Called
Jerz!
The girl like, Strong Isle (oh they wild)
The girl like, Connecticut
Yo they get them, they need to get more shout-outs up there, word up
"To
[Too $hort talking] (D-Shot)
(D-shot) Yeah that's right
Too Sheezie in the house
(Let's get that money man.)
Uh I'm all about my money man
I be
I had a dream and I saw you standin' and you were shinin' just like an angel
I'd like to thank you for standing by me when things were darker you
on your big break praying you can beat me
You ain't made it far as D-C on the low
I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
Broads hit they
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out
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