Lyrics:
where they twist and talk with they fingers
Man but this ain't no sign language
Fresh out of the ashes
This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so
throw him a hunnid
He be like fuck going to trial, man just throw me the money
Can't eat, can't sleep, man I miss these skreets
Muhammad Ali and these
Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season
Something in the air, it must be twerk season
'Cause they dancin', dancin', for no reason
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
the dice, man, roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol'
niggas had some pressure
I’m like nigga what’s good
We on Bell I’m like man
I wish a nigga would
Ain’t no nigga gimmie shit
You better take that out yo
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man
so hard to do
when i was shot dat nigga like i started to cause breakin old habits so hard to do
fresh out da dealership crackin up wit cigarsin
can't, so fuck it
I'ma behind these bars and it's burnin' like nitro
I might go psycho, the man on the tower got a rifle
Aw shit, there the lights go
in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing dat cha didn't have
To fuck wit me
But cha did now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've been going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to turn the page
a whirl
Well love makes a man do some things he ain't proud of
And in a weak moment I might
Walk your sissy dog, hold your purse at the mall
But
"Second floor, hardware, children's wear, ladies lingerie
Oh, good morning Mr. Tyler, going down?"
Yeah
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
Yeah man
Feel like people always want you to give em something
Even when you want nothin back in return but
I'm here saying this
Gimme Dat, Gimme
(homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going out I'm goin' the same way
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no
(homie I'm straight)
The same way I came into the game, If I'm ever going out I'm goin' the same way
All I need is Mary Mary Mary I ain't fuckin' with no
big Snoop Dogg
Produced by Niggarachi niggarachi! Entitled
The "Time Is Now"!
Time is now, it's going down, in my town
Time is now cause it's going
I've been feeling like a mothafuckin' postman
Sending letters to the people
All this knowledge that I got, I'm like an old man
Hold up, wait now
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
Christina, ya dun kno nobody can test, you're da best
You know what I mean?
Ya man, let dem know dat
On a glass table, love me somethin'
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