Lyrics:
ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go
(Dollar,
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo N.O.R.E,
ragin'
All over
Hey, stop that
That stomp knocked me outta my hat
Who's that abusin' piano?
Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame
'N how'd he
by the street stories get double crossed
hands off I run with the torch
[Method Man]
They got me fed up from the head up
put up or shut up
(shit)
Same size as Dua Lipa, where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos, you feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie, keep a stick
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo N.O.R.E,
When I walk by with a Glock tucked, baby
Everywhere I go I say fuck you pay me
Been a don, robber, never talk
Don’t make me
Pop lock it and drop
simply not concerned
The things that I take on I soon shrug off
'Cause I know no one will ever be content
With the way things are or with what they've got
to do it
If a wall in the sky
Just watch me go through it
'Cause I gotta do what I gotta do
PE number one
Gets the job done
When it's done and over
as Dua Lipa
Where the fuck my pen go?
Second fiddle to weirdos
You feel like Eddie Winslow
Street Fighter like Birdie
Keep a stick like Rolento
Did you win
to do it
If a wall in the sky
Just watch me go through it
'cause I gotta do what I gotta do
PE number one
Gets the job done
When it's done and over
and cabbage patches
A child of the KoRn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my click turned cruddy
Wherever
They Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they
Neck like Kelly leashes
My boys and me is poison
We don't get along equal
Fight each other like
Me and my buddy got us a wild hare
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
love that song
You know it's actually interesting though
Is total assholes think they're going to give me some negative vibe
By calling out these
a (HONK!) about middle of the road
Unless there's a Dead Skunk there.
Flo and Eddie, Cheech and Chong
And discs that won't go platinum
Sung by folks that they
garbage pales and cabbage patches
A child of the corn been wild since I was born
Climbin' over barbed wire, clothes got torn
Shoes got muddy and my
Eighty thousand cash in the Bentley truck (damn)
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood they tell me I'm the shit
You'll probably find me in
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my rag top Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
We here to slump lames
I only rock with real guys and big willies
You niggas chump change so let the pump aim
Go ahead and block your chest
By trying
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now
to hook with QD3
They wanted the superstar to be me
Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest
Didn't know I was in for some
need me to join the fight, girl
I'll be there right by your side
Oh, lean on me girl, I'm
Rock steady, I'm rough and ready
Nobody will make us run
Rock
cocksucker...jizzing all over your leather cocksucker costume after beating the snot out of yourself with a rubber mammy!
I simply can't respect you, harry! you are no
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