Lyrics:
on me no Mike Vick
I bob and weave in that pussy good and I knock it out like Tyson
Say first round, face down, ass up, straight pound
Yeah, shorty, she
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
groovy new face is still the glue other nine you tried to dine up how about all
play living there? She by any me I probably won't let him get next to me my
one
More time
Next one about damn time
Gave me ansd
And that's a bad sign
Stank in the face though
Smelling like endo
Anyways tell me what you
Aim for
Waitin for that drink to come in Tye
(I already know)
Been at it all day no time for rest
get no sleep
She in my face saying baby boi ya waist deep
on my
Manning just like the Broncos? (We, we)
We got, we got little dicks
We whip it out and then they run
Shoot it at the bitches right
Before they
boy, hey, 1-2-3, let's go
I said that I might
They left me in the dark, never turning the light
Burning the right
Criminal minds, I told her I'm fine
But
and I'll tell you what's the go man
Live and direct broadcasting from the motherland
Just bob ya head live ya life and say fuck yeah
Let's say fuck yeah all
front of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus: Redman]
I don't care about your blinb bling bling
Over here we let them things ring
BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!!
to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill
Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes
satisfaction in just showing face/ some find accomplishment in such odd things/ I never wanted to make music about this/ light skinned complexion/ getn rid
the problem is they don't fuck with me, everybody see me as a threat
Yeah yeah, I know this sounds like some fresh air
If you don't hear me right use your
seats three men, rONNIE
AND REGGIE KRAY, twins in
Their late twenties
And LORD "BOB" BOOTHBY further away
Is a chunky forty-year-old
With a very young
If the consumer culture wave is sweeping you away
And it's washing nature's tastiest glory out to sea
Well that ain't right, that ain't right, that
stop the right way
Then blow up in their face
Ya aye tell em to stay away
Cause your like a grenade
That sets off 321
Passin through the brigade
Passin
Go ahead and talk that shit
Talk shit about me, yeah
Can't fuck with my generation
All complacent I guess it's up to me
Yeah, face all hatred
The V
And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit
It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent!
Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
unless you're talking about Crosby
And we've got Mooseheads if you wanna watch hockey
Coast stays rocky, ocean stays choppy
Scotian slang is the whiskey
Here's a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my heart
About 1
Yea
How you doin
I go by the name P.R
Prince Ramzee' dats correct
Say what
Well
When they ask me where im from
I say the struggle
They say
Face,
I'm A Lump Your Head.
Your mental shift and your turn to Tyson,
With a punch so hard he shouldn't had a license.
Bob and weave opponent confused,
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