Lyrics:
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
It's 9:23 A.M
And uh, an idea
Summer feeling idea
Yeah, I don't know
You said keep it short, this is peach fuzz
Contact, couple months, then
proud
Reach for the stars so if you fall, you land on a cloud
Jump in the crowd, spark your lighters, wave 'em around
If you don't know by now, I'm
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
they deleted his music then your music is going too, a hypocrite
I don't understand why these people praise you
Soundin' like you send him commissary
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
Battle anybody, pull a trigger, catch a body
Yup, lose your breath, don't mess with the shottie
Put the burner to your mami, then I rock her bells
It's
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'
Uh, told your fuckin' ass I'll be back
Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back
Like some play, say
artist
Doesn't matter if it sounds like trash
Now everybody thinks the new wave is super
Just ask Linda Ronstadt or even Alice Cooper
It's a big hit
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine
ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at there head burst bleedin'
Don't want to hear
’t exist
We co-exist with the UFOs
Goddamnit, stranded on planets that
You don’t know
The aliens panic, pack they bags
They hit the road
The truth, the phone
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
now
I got Eminem in the other room, Dre in here
We putting it togheter i'm gon' hit
I'm finna hit the restart button
It's gon' feel like I just
Started
white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel
'cause your career fell off
Everybody wanna see a young nigga hit the top
And then, fall off
When they gimme shine on
Everybody hate to see a nigga shine
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
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