Lyrics:
Talkin' shit is real things that the haters do
I'm namin' you
Shit's thick, its time to run for shelter
I kept the word, things could happen to marks
the answer
To the United States economy and a cure for cancer?"
I said, what are you doin in the White House if you're not sellin cocaine?
Ask your wife,
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
Armadale popping now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one
[by Kelis Feat. Nas]
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
can't speak
And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called The Freak
And when ya finally do come in to your
in my range to make it happen
If I make it happen, that means I'm making motion
And I'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion
Everybody do
the bombshell [unverified]
Peace, be-Brown is definitely outta here for the minute
See ya, 'cause
It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing
Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine
[Chorus: x2]
{Do It}
What It's All About
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
card)
For real? (Yeah, for real)
I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will
(I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two
chains riding in a two do')
Bitches catch
playas
Hatas saying damn how he doin' this playa
Doublin' up for me is like routine playa
I'm a go getta
Mix 'em up like I'm a deala
Man three's
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Every time
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Every time
Armadale popping now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missing is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
Herschelwood Click is so damn thick
Hoes on dick, that ain't shit, I hit the pussy and split
Peep this game of a real-live baller
Down in Texas watch the flexin'
look out of my face
'Coz I've had it with your lies
You're pretty damn close to being unfine
'Cuz everything you do makes you look like a fool
[Chorus]
fuck
'cause I do a check, nut 1 nut 2
Then I save a nut for when there's nothin' else to do
Get used to the crew, bitch, cause I would never quit
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
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