Lyrics:
mack daddy, lookin' for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-four Impala
Rollin' and runnin' from the police
Brother, don't you know you can't trust
to the house At Pooh Corner by one.
You'll be surprised, there's so much to be done,
Count all the bees in the hive,
Chase all the clouds from the sky,
and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another
days
'Cause there's nothing, there's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway
I didn't get a lot in class
But I know it don't
It never made me stronger at all
Love will scar your makeup, lip sticks to me
So now I'll maybe lean back there
I'm sat here, wishin' I was sober
I
like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all
Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
that's how they get killed
You run from the press
We run from killers and jackers
And wear bullet proof
of there
Somebody get me out of here
Get me the fuck right out of there
So far away
I don't wanna stay
Get me out of here right now
I just wanna be
spliff and get higher
Girl, I love how you roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be
you don't know the half of it, you don't know how that name fits
You don't know my hidden shame
Hidden shame, shame, shame
That I can't get free
From
Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you've had
a mission from on high
Step on up to that platform
Cause that train may be here tonight
The little black train is coming
Get all your business right
You
street knowledge and wisdom
Ah yea, D.P.G., yea D.P.G.
Pop the Champagne
Once you break this of you can't get twisted
So pay attention and listen
Ugh, what is that?
Bet you'd think we had the plague
From the way the people keep avoiding
No, you don't
Heaven knows I try, sir
Ugh, but there's
Everybody is going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how she set set me free oh lonesome me
there's no turning back? No looking back
Where do I go from here?
Nobody gets away
It''s a new kind of fix
For the poor and the rich
You never know
Nezzer that you're late
And he'll take it from your check!
Laura: Yes, Mr. Lunt...
Mr. Lunt: Oh, yes, we work real hard at the chocolate factory!
Pa
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
Norman Paperman at your service Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous / Pullman Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend But there's just certain rules
Everybody's going out and having fun
I'm just a fool for staying home and having none
I can't get over how she set me free, oh lonesome me
A bad
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
the testicles and the nut sacks
You bust a rhyme we bust back
G-Get back for real niggas that's out here tryin' to spit facts
You hear that can't come near
vexed, fuming, I've had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)
Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(me can't believe the girl have me under so much raps)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(make my
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