Lyrics:
Any nigga hatin' on me yeah he really silly
Bitch I am to goat I might change my name to Billy
If you don't get it now
You was never meant to feel me
No one by my side
Shawty fell in my life
Warping my mind
Starting to feel safe inside
Found you at a low
Poor little thing
You poor little thing
You
to raise up
My pals at the house early practicing layups
Maybe we're both clowns for hoping our dreams save us (honk honk)
And I don't say much cause I
his tongue
Lyrics by KRS-One
DUCK! Sucker MC's DUCK!
BO! Duck down!
Sucker MC's duck!
DUCK! Sucker MC's Duck down!
I don't battle to lose
my style
You don't know me, and you don't know my pals
I pow pow like a comic (comic)
Dr robotnik like Sonic (Sonic)
Ill with the flow and it only gets
to waste
Didn't show until now
Don't know why they waited
My pride is taken
Am I wide awake? I can't tell
I'm just addressing my elephants
In the zoo of my
Until the reaper come, call your name
I don't feel your pain
I know you love me
I don't feel the same
I hope you cry
When you see my face
Uhh
they Turner-All by all types of rings and j clothes
I went and got some Ernie Ball strings and a rig for shows
Wig-wearin' hoes love my long solos
a while
But I'm still here
I ain't throw in the towel
I made a promise
Said all my vows
Got a new circle
I lost all my pals
Are you entertained?
You like
Strolling down the Strand
With a banana in my hand
Hey ho, away we go
Boys and gals, jolly good pals
All in a row
We go hand in hand
And we don't need
trynna play it cool
I don't need to flex
But the way you shake that ass baby girl oh my goodness
Mami mami so fine
You a star so shine
I want a taste no
Trap phone, steady ringing
Had plans on niggas
I been on my agenda
Elephant castle with the top members
Ra Ra ra ra
Mira como lo tira pa tra
Gee baller
seldom get
Only for Americans
Our finest art is in the Louvre
The ones the experts don't approve
Are only for Americans
We keep an artist by
And now for my next trick
I will vanish into thin air
Right before your eyes
Here we go yo
Here we go yo
Yo I don't need a Maserati to get hotties
the man is
In my civic or in this show biz
I drill the fool, kill the fool
Come on what you say?
I think I can take care of all you muthafuckas don
just took off
Blinks he's lost
Hope that he don't hit the dogs
I'm looking for my backpack
Hoodie and snap cap
Trying to back track
Ta where I last left
at a balcony
Doin' alchemy
I made music for my pals and we
You, him, and me
In this order is: Good, Better, Best, that's the reason for my album, see
There's
to the Rothchilds
You want your socks argyle
I got em all styles
Want some art on your walls, that's my closest pal
Besides PayPal
Venmo or apple
Visa or master
heads up, If nobody comes around
Better keep your head up
Grab you by the shoulders, you my pal I'm your answer
Feet in the ground stand strong put your
Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project!
You really don't have to do that
I know, that's what makes me so nice!
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don
Ayy ayy a-ay-ayy
Ayy ayy a-ay-ayy
Ayy ayy a-ay-ayy
Ayy
So you wanna hangout with me
Be my friend or family
I don't know about that
But
We will see
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don
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