Lyrics:
curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You gotta pay to play
Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look
what makes him tick
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, chop him into bits
Mr. Oogie Boogie is sure to get his kicks
Kidnap the sandy claws, see what we will see
bitches, they foxy, they fine
Don't speak in my language
Don't know what she saying, but we converse
I got no concerns, survived every purge
I'm straight
me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
Penitentiaries is packed
true)
What we got, a hologram of Nirvana? (No)
Followed by Madonna and Barack Obama? (No)
A duet with Drake and the Dalai Lama? (No)
You all get
gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it
What's this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it
This flow got us all put on so I know I'm nice
What I've waited for since, since birth
And with all his Wizard wisdom
By my looks, he won't be blinded
Do you think the Wizard is dumb?
Or like
pushed on
Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones
What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas?
Roll like a boss, in the streets
a place like this?
Swear to God, seen some shit
Light a match, keep it lit, yeah, it is what it is
We all grow up to be gangstas, playas, snitches
Some more food, some more good music...
How's it going, guys, you guys come to Gutfest every year, or what?
Oh yeah, Gutfest is the best thing
What have I done?
With my heart on the floor
I must be out of my mind
To come back begging for more
But if you stay
If you just stay for
baseball
Here i am behind in the night
The count 's 3 and 2
End the game like Beethoven's NINTH
Is what I must do
So now that we're here
Alone in the dark
and the see
Regulate get cocked and be original
The game don't wait for female individuals
So what you saying, you trippin' off my homeboy
We ride like
defeated cause life is down to throw you some curves
And yo you gotsta be strong and move on
Colors in the sky reflectin' the light
Celebratin' life
I'll show you first
There just ain't a way to see
Who, when, why or what will be
â??Til now is then it's a mystery
A blessing and a curse
exactly true
We can always give her the boy
No?
No, of course, what really matters is the blame
Somebody to blame
Fine, if that's the thing you enjoy
on beats with the white-faced blondie on the mic
Is like (what?) havin' Steady B and Cool C in the ride
Like we rap and did a little bank robbery
Uh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Nah mean? We untouchable, baby
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
And when I blow, I hope you know
That I could have any girl I choose
But I know as time goes by
Baby, all I'm gonna want is you
Girl, I don't wanna
Down on the flatlands, way down in Key West
Key West is the place to be
If you're looking for immortality
Stay on the road, follow the highway
your feelings is hurt
Counting money sipping lean make me burp
Putting in work had to snatch up a purse
Distracted by bitches you stare when they flirt
mind your manners
And don't you talk no trash
And if you hear somebody dissing you
Go over and kick his ass
One thing is for certain
By all we
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
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