Lyrics:
(punk)
smellin' like Fahrenheit
Niggas fleas ticks and parasites
tryna get a crumb off the turntable
Stick your nose in my bowl it's
company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton (Compton)
I told
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton (Compton)
I told 'em all
All
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
I'm a Breadwinner don and we came up from nothin'
And we prayed off crumbs, I was raised in the slums
I had to make a couple bands by my lonely
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors
Came to snicker
"Well, that's what comes from
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table
You're not listening to me
And you say, that you have come as far as you are able
you're black white or half-caste in your complection
Yes pull out your phono plug and tuck you in your phony
It's started by Marconi resumed by Sony
givin' me dubs
You can't book me at clubs
Police hate me, white fans show me love
I just gave away bikes with a judge
I grew up in the mud
Legal
spherical so jam me in a circle
This is the miracle of the dubplate dub selection
So whether you're black, white, or halfcast in your complexion
Yes, pull
Day by day
Whistle while you work
Our backs are breaking
Up from hollow earth
From end to end
The noise begins
In the human battle stations
you were by my charming mind
A few crumbs falling off your table
Are there to remind you never fell
For one of my kind
Don't let those crocodile tears
my doors
My nuts play ping-pong from the noise;
You can hear me from a block away
I'm sitting next to your ass and cant hear what you got to say
My
your picture in the dictionary
Right next to ungrateful nigga, you the definition
With yo' ungrateful ass. I was in denial had to face it nigga
Can't
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
other windows he had looked at turkeys
And ducks and geese and cherry pies
But through this window saw a gray-haired lady
Table bare and tears in her
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
(feat. Jazze Pha)
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
Badunkadunk, All in your face when you're at the club,
Badunkadunk, Slide down the poll for the 30 Dub
different world
She says "life is a banquet
So why hang around
Catching crumbs from a table ?
Come share it with me"
sweat
Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet
So hurry up and come get some, if you want some
You know the phrase, scared money don't
lips and tremble
'Cause your world is about to break
And the crumbs they're selling after
Are from Disaster Cake
Read my lips
Girl you're heading
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
(WhatItDoFlip)
Bitch, I walk with a slight dub (a dub)
That shit he showin' on the 'Gram, that ain't even his, that's his plug (that's your big
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