Lyrics:
the S to the T to the E to the double U
and when I got the microphone I woulda trouble you
My instincts starts linkin like park
you know I m comin tru runnin' tru very
my taste is bad
And now I really wanna hit em with a predictable riddle
I'mma hit it out the park till I break the bat
Now tell the bank collect
I'm
when I'll Sign she feening for positive, like Them two lines
Still I been drippin', I keep that Shit high Only bag on my head, is The thought on my mind
Manners isn't made for Gnar
Banner Hulk is who I are
Charming but alarming
Bandle City's my Jurassic Park
-From Diddy Kong, - (To the mighty Grodd)
(Hit
souls[00:44.13]Prayed for more of thought being provoked[00:47.34]Couldn't find it anywhere I went[00:49.36]I searched in the wrong places[00:50.78]Stayed complacent in
if we be relating
Kissing on ya neck
Slide my fingers in different places
I'm looking you in the eyes
And I'm seeing yo lovely faces
You really are
and the fatman's counting the cars
And there's more cars than places to put 'em, he said
But I've got room for them all
So round 'em up boys
'cause I want some
live, we in
LA, here's to you
For being the kind of place a
Man can do his due
Out here the hippies skip
And they get their kicks
Bumpin' all night long,
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's
Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds
Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave niggas
My Fulton Street niggas (hardcore for ninety-six)
Dangerous MC's
Uhh (check it out) uhh
Diamonds
Master MC
One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me
Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some niggas eat, some don't get fed
If you live by
dirt there's a carcass of my second kill,
Down,
At the park,
Under stone,
Under pine there's the carcass of my brother william.
Brother where
to you
My baby boo
I'm a travellin' man
Movin' through places, space and time(space and time)
Gotta lotta things I got to do
But God willin' I'm
down the traffic and the cars in my head
I'll take a slow slow waltz through the puddles in place of a race to the top of the peak
So come on down
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
the league up might need a new clip
Broll up the reefer my team need a 6
Poking the heat need no cease and desist
Uh
While I live figure my shit for the kids
live another day (thank You for lettin' me live another day)
You always got something to say
In the kitchen with my kinfolk, cookin'
They say
I’m into my mode
My Body On Go
I came to my senses
That I been a problem
Momma I’m sorry
Im tryna Live Different
Been a problem
Since Oochie
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
But can I live?
You got a problem with the kid
Bitch, Im tired of ur expectations
I dont give a shit
Lemme take u to my condo next to bandos in
need to stay alive
85% of our lives spent
Chasin' the lies that supplement a tenth of a tenth
I let my high eye vent
Exhalin' at the top of a tent
Tuned
Chase
Now I'm sitting here alone
But no one has filled your place
You told me to keep faith for the turn around
Even at my lowest point
You somehow made
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
everytime that we linkin
Giving me head better do what you thinkin
Pussy on water he love when it slips in
Ass so fat he love how it's sittin
Yeah I'm nasty,
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