Lyrics:
of your organ
Little by little in alphabetical order
Fuck you and muthafuck you and
Muthafuck and muthafuck you
Breaking them down in microscopic figures
My
What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick
Your girl's poonany's packed like the freaknic
We get redicu-down
the mantra
Get ready to throw down or have another breakdown
Pathetic little prick
You son of a bitch
One
Two
Here we go
Carnage Impoverished our house is not
wit dem toyz
You come up fakin and frontin
You get your wig split nigga
Live by the knife
Whodi die by the trigga
We be runnin dem blocks
Duckin
because you don't fit
In the land of the free you just live by your wits
Once he built missiles, a nation's defense
Now he can't even give birthday
not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
through wit' you (yeah)
'Cause you're the reason I can't eat or sleep (yeah)
All the girls you runnin' through (yeah)
Used to be best friends, down wit
down, we get back up
We shake it off when things get tough
We hit our knees and pray for help
'Cause we ain't ever by ourselves
We lean on love
You can blow wit' this
Or you can blow wit' that
Or you can blow wit' us
You can blow wit' this
Or you can blow wit' that
You can blow wit' this
get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
Short Dog, my shit is nation wide
cheese, get that dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call
a fuck about us
Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit
Nobody else could
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank god for vodka
'Cause wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waiting upstairs in
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get on down
Every
down now
I told why'all ass to get down now
I told why'all ass to get down now
I told why'all ass to get down now
[Verse 2]
Blow up show up
You
This is some of the lingua franca of the funk business
And people come from miles around
With an almost religious devotion to get on down
One,
da element,
And you irrelevant, get down off this shit,
I don't pay attention to your hatin' and your bad looks,
We just tryin' to get paper like
away,
Cuddled wit an Ivy toilet,
But I'm back now,
Commits to get it on,
Not spoil it,
I'm Drink-A-Lot,
Take a jug of sumpthin' big an do my
the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs
So in God I trust, I lust for
knew us
You could have crews wit shoes and can't step to us
Some kitty purr I call em sir too
Any trick that diss gets a curfew
I put my projects for
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by
get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Now, there ain't a time
I drive by
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
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