Lyrics:
to the island
himmina, humani, see, himina, humini, see,
My DJ go by the name of Jazzy, little chest big tummy
Watch the man rip the wheels and a
It's
I've seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Well Arlene took me by the hand she said
"Oh, you boy
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
One 'n one is eleven!
Two 'n two is twenty-two!
Won't somebody kindly tell me,
What's the government is tryin' t' do...
Dickie's just to tricky
For
fin' to ride
Put down the top, now we flossin'
Hit the freeway, let the wind blow, drop the window
Workin' with a twenty sack of Indo, feelin' good
yo' boy (oh, oh)
Now to see you at twenty-three, all I can say is (yeah, yeah, yeah) (oh, oh)
Ooh (ayy), ooh
Man, I don't need no hook for this
I'm looking for a chateau, twenty one rooms but one will do
I'm looking for a chateau, twenty one rooms but one will do
I don't want to buy it
I just
'Wop you little snitch
You make me mad, I have a threesome with your bitch
I'm from costa east Atlanta, yeah the 6
I make one brick turn to two, I
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (Notorious)
Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out
I'm your little drummer boy
While the eggnog is all noggy
And the fireplace all a-glow
While our bodies are heatin' up
In yuletide places down below
I
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
Let the BandPlay
I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys)
Chatham County bitch!
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey why've all reg'stered, open the gate n let em out and walk em bout.
Ere we come a letter number twenty-nine, what're you gonna gimme for er
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
to town
There's also the nutcracker and silent night
And little drummer boy and the twelve days of Christmas
And to top it off auld lang syne
And ring in
I'll see the sun again
But tonight...I am...The Little Drummer boy
Tonight...I am...the one who will destroy
The secrets never told before
Ain't come around here and fuck wit us,
I'm from the man wit the gang-bang,
Since I was little ain't a god damn thing changed,
Its the same old same,
, twenty-one
I'm a different nigga
Boys Bruce Jenner, tell em pick a gender
Niggas claim they winners
But in the winner's circle, look unfamiliar
Recycle V.C
by the river when the moon started drippin',
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We
Cursed drummer boys
On shrooms
Colorblind ghosts
Unloading blockages
In vain
Antagonistic calligraphers
Fractured throwbacks
Eroded lunatics persecuted
By
to nowhere
And everything
All Night
All Night
She'll be searching for love
All Night
Same little girl
Different drummer boy
She doesn't even know
He admires
with pneumonia (he's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady
Hi there, little boys and girls (fuck you)
Today we're gonna to learn how to poison squirrels
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