Lyrics:
to compete"
"We'll never write a classic novel"
"And we'll never have to be discreet!"
Alfred Hitchcock, Isaac Newton
Elvis Presley, Captain Bligh
They're
check it (check it)
My Calico been cocked, this rap Alfred Hitchcock
Drop top notch playa hating won't stop (uhh)
This instant, rappers too persistant
still Billy Joel to me
All right, Alfred
Oh
I can hardly wait 'til his next album
Well, I'll bet it's gonna be the rage
Buy a ticket to his next big
TYPIST #1:
Horace
TYPIST #2:
Danny
TYPIST #3:
Milton
TYPIST #4:
Percy
TYPIST #5:
Edgar
TYPIST #6:
Timothy
TYPIST #7:
Alfred
TYPIST #8:
Vito Carbone
but the nigga counterfeit
Alfred, I knew he wouldn't hit from his outfit
Knew he wasn't about shit, but the cow shit
See y'all allow shit
To fester,
Money (It’s Young Money)
It’s Young Money we make money
Biatch
I’m talking big money bitch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like
the car, quit playin' with his
(Como?)
Watch him make a movie like Alfred Hitchcock
Ha enjoy me
I know you want me (want me)
You know I want cha (want cha)
raise one
Rosecrans street tell them coppers
Get off me, day’s done
Got darker than Alfred mayweather
Never been so cold, 2 sweater
And a long nose, they
Pap', I got 'em, let me pop and put 'em in a jam
While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac
Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid
on B.I.G., Pac
Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked
Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover
Fell in love with a bitch, my bitch just
on the highway
Won't stop, won't quit until they see it my way
Alfred caught a fed charge
I dropped him off to do his time
My Lexus to the jail house
and Lupus, Alfred Hitchcock
Couldn't write the suspense and shit on this block
Fist-cocked when I'm walking my lips locked
IRS and the child division they
Gridlocked, Epilepsy And Lupus Alfred Hitchcock, Coulndt Write The
Suspense And Shit On This Block, Fist-Cocked When I'm Walking My Lips Locked, Irs
Nickel Da O.J. Da Glove
I got a Posse of Insane Clowns
Blow your brains on your opposite ear
And ask you how your brain sound
Bad, Evil, we go Alfred
a pimp
Nigga I ain't dancing but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can't even get a adlib
I'm killin' this
Ooooooh, miggity-major Rolex and tick tock
I'm runnin my tongue with the quickness now I'm back like Alfred Hitchcock
I'm shod-dy, I'm swingin it like a San
i'm a rap star
To pay the hood
Took the top off Bat Cave, Bat Car
Batman mask off, Bruce Wayne in the flesh
Mr alfred
House guests Sinbad with the genie
He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops)
Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah)
Boy back on the block, ah ra ra ra
Little John started screaming
cause you will be misled
By other people, devils and demons
I'm Biz Markie, I'm not Alfred Simmons
I'm just tellin' you to do this, without no doubt
(Alfred Reed)/(Traditional)
(G) - (C) - (D)
(G) When a fellow has the blues and feels discouraged
And there's (C) nothing else but trouble all his
black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
By alfred noyes and phil ochs
Code King Alfred.
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon,
You're afraid to lose your cover
Afraid to bare your soul
Like an Alfred Hitchcock lover
Who slowly goes out of control
Your love is like
Und deiner Mutti sagen: „Es ist alles okay“
Oder findest du solche Sprüche auch ziemlich idiotisch
Und wenig erotisch?
Mick Jagger, Alfred Dregger,
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