Lyrics:
rip
They sure enough ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped
But my apparatus is up to status
Don't ask who's the baddest, of course that is
inside, hey
Ever since mama left me at home
I had to search for a class of my own
And go there in my mind
I had a dream like dr. king
I had a song I
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
song, now I'm goin' to sleep
Boys in my yard, but this ain't from Kelis
Look at my cars, you see nothin' on lease
Look, I'm showin' my cards how I play
say, "Suicide," when dead bodies are swingin'
Cowards are huntin' black men, that's what I'm seein'
How many Tulsas have been burnt down?
And once
the broomstick (21)
All my opps Ben Simmons, they don't shoot shit (pussy)
Savage, Eazy-E, lil' bitch, I'm ruthless (21, 21)
My opps Js, if we smoke 'em, we'll
and so much fame
You got to pay some dues
If you play this game sUCCESS!
S-U-C-C-E-S-S s-U-C-C-E-S-S
A Mercedes Benz and lots of friends
A condominium,
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
don't play fair
If it's thick we rob chicks for they J-Lo wear
Give it to they baby moms, and say it's a gift
'Cause when I ball in my palm, I'ma play it
careful, cherry, 'cause I'm the King of Pop, pop, pop, pop, goes my weasel
Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock's easel
My suggestion is you don't blow 'til
to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to
The bang bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well so far you've heard my
Rite now a nigga just feelin real good
Thankful 4 evrythang thats goin down 4 me rite now
4 all dis happiness an' success
A nigga just str8
on the subject of hoes, whatever happened to the hoe you used to fuck
With
Named cathy? ? ?
[song again...]
Ok cathy
That hoe was hot.
The first peace of pussy
-swift scratches a quote* )
People keep askin: does king tee still have his coupe?
Or will he flip and make a song like 'knockin' boots'?
Come on, hop, picture that
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
stones fall from the sky, I'll never tire
Serious don't use the word play, this consonant word play
Competent conquerin' content content e'rrday
We
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?
that why'all
It's like this why'all it's like that why'all
It's like this why'all it's like that why'all
Ay E Dub check it out
MC's out there,
[E-40]
The definition of quarterbackin'
The quarterback..
Tell the cops don't read into it
Them days of slangin' yay been finished, them days
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave, and go straight to hell
When your soul
think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)
Come with me
Run quick see, what do
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
effect (woo)
Neither was that, SIG Sauer lets loose
I don't condone gun violence at schools (nah)
But I can't get these voices out my head (hey,
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