Lyrics:
of the joints may
Be personal to you
Other joints when you
Listen to the complete
Album you may
Be amused by
It's cool
yo boi Dj Nothin Nice
Gon see you
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
Blake Shelton Sings Austin.
It's on his 2001 Album.
She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone
bastard, plastered
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers they stay
make another Illmatic"
But it's always forward, I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-notes is falling from the sky
By now
and the haters start watchin',
The DJ starts spinnin', the panties get the droppin'
For album number three, it goin' platinum's not an option,
I'm back with
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
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*taken from the album entitled "The Fine Art Of Surfacing"
*Written by Bob Geldof
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
smell, where's your diaper? Shit, here
Lay on your back, don't pee right now or else I'll have to get you back
One day when you gon' want to get your way
[Nas]
The Firm, Trackmasters, Escobar, Allure Keep it raw!
A-yo the bridge keep rockin
we comin through bottles popin
Allure when your album
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
cut the bullshit, enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to basement
And we can
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. dizzy gillespie blow!
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
Salutations and welcome to 'Missed Connections'
An album by COMR and random people they found on Craigslist
Before we get started
I've been told not
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
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