Lyrics:
Are you scared?
Devil without cause, and I'm back
With the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes
No rogaine in
plastic surgery.
Went from 34B to 36 double D.
Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party.
Had the Heiny sipped it up, wit Terrell Davis.
MVP, we
the mile run
Written by: Wes Mitchell
blows, long gone)
He's a rolling stone (rolling stone), he's a rolling stone (yeah, yeah)
Drive with many miles of roads and still can't find my (yeah,
Ohh, yeah, yeah
J Davis
Heart cold
Feel like the North Pole
If you see her around
Just know the bar's low
She Elsa bad
But she goofy like Olaf
Feel
plastic surgery
Went from 34B to 36 double D
Met her in San Diego at the Super Bowl party
Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis
MVP, we flicked
Language barriers broken
Now we've found the key
And if you want the wind of change
To blow about you
And you're the only other person to know, don't
Language barriers broken
Now we've found the key
And if you want the wind of change
To blow about you
And you're the only other person to know, don't
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries)
She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land,
die young
Cause I be living like a rockstar
I blow up a million miles away, away, away
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Chica bang bang
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Chica bang
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit
a fuck, nah
I don't give a fuck
High class nigga, all I smoke is A plus
Might blow a whole P, nigga
I don't give a fuck
Girl on my lap, she say she wanna
die young
Cause I be living like a rockstar
I blow up a million miles away, away, away
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Chica bang bang
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Chica bang
away the map and now I'm sailing by the stars
But the stars can be liars too
So I raise my flag and sit back down
Let the wind blow where it will
me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior
The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm
When Miles Davis blows his horn,
When Ravi Shankar plays
It's all down home
But it's all meat on the same bone
It's all meat on just one bone
plastic love mimmic
Hardest my age no cap
Dun step round there eight mile trynna see who realist
This dream gon work still she flushed away by the way that
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
E-Inami
Yeah
Bathi ng'wile kodwa ng'mile, they can't understand me
Why you gotta make an analysis of the way I'm standing?
Studying all my moves like
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
to blow doe
I've done had about all I can take doe
I'mma show you how to kill 'em when they hate doe
Sometime ya gotta let a nigga know doe
Sometime ya
Grade 8 started bumping 8 mile
In my.... pass time and class time writing rhymes nigga
I started quoting Tupac as every young nigga
Bumping hit em up
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