Lyrics:
alright, we give it room to breathe.
Time crawls by and time's real sly,
but you can keep time with me.
Rock 'n roll music is the true religion.
Never
to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin' from the po-po, woo!
Now that money ain't a thing like, woo!
their heart is in it
The conductor boards with warmth in his eyes and a sly smile
He looks at you and says
To obscurity and beyond
Claim these rails
Yo it's money time
Yeah
Yes sir
Oh, oh whoa, oh yeah
Hey hey
I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit no more
I'm talking Donald Trump
ni kadhich kadh de
By name jande aa laal batiya aa wale
Kehnde kehre pindo aaye kani natiya wale
Jehri border toh aayi malayi payi ae
Chandigarh vich
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
the rumors fly
Let them pass me by
You can't take my strut
So don't even try
Nice, big lie you found
Built your life around
Be a shame if I
Came and burned it
(Yes sir)
I know you wanna get high with me
Let's go on a trip to Malibu this week
Just you and me chilling by sea
Sipping some thambili in my jacuzzi
it's on
As I skate on the triple gold 100 spokes flossin
Bangin Scarface as I bend Slauson
To the swap meet to get the Karl Kani hook-up
Sippin
funk
Funky Funk, say what
What the funk, ow
Funky funk, get low
Suck my funk, to the funky funk
Funky funk, say what
Bass solo
Sir Sly
Mr FreakyStyley
V
of one request, sir
That we skip this poor bravado
And check my kin's coat and motto
You'll end up with Fortunado
When I wreak havoc on jesters
Mask on,
roll sir
Oh crap Gotta think fast
This ass won't wipe itself
I do a handstand in the shower
I feel that ass-cleaning power
Arms getting stronger by
and rebellious, the other
Led his life by the wind, traveled through time
Just to find signs in the sin
Both trained in a day, but hated they were friends
But that
shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who the Ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga, this is New York,
as good as gold
Do we all fall like dominoes in the wind?
Do we all fall like dominoes in the wind?
Shooting off like a rocket, it's how we used to get by
explicit
Gash
Sly truths seem to make it through my barrier
I chase you through my dreams at night
But I never seem to capture ya
Light descends and passes
drippin'
Mouth full of gold
Big pinky ring
Bitch Brazilian
Lick this blunt hoe
I want yo spit to fuckin' seal it
Vacation on a island surrounded by plenty
Yea yea yea
Haha Bunn
Yes sir
I want it all, yeah yeah
The money, the clothes, the women on poles, my wrist feelin' froze
A safe full of gold
Roc'a
Chopa loaded ready to go
There's that racist op
Here we go
This ain't no in mini mine mo
We go catch that op by his toe
Fuck the crown we
of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man
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