Lyrics:
extradite us
Take death to fighters
And even that won't bite us
Nigga that don't move us
Our backs is glued up we too stuck
And you ask why my bitch stuck up?
What you got hidden up your sleeve?
The tracks of the train that were bidding you to leave
When they say that you should flatter to deceive
Don't
Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck
Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler
Relaxing bike ride
But you know me (it's
Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed
clear
Even if you eat 3 ears with Tyson
Rippin’ the panties but bootin’ the wammys
They dyke and I’m liking them all
I’m siftin’ through panties
Haters’ll
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
my life.
And now I'm stuck with these humans,
I only wish for you to turn back.
Chorus 1
Back into my life what we once had.
I wanna feel again
And put six through your hats, a seven 3/8's (come on)
Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you shook night
I put my knife in ya wind pipe and breeze
track
A reaction to celebrity master class
And I was thrown here by chance
And I'm compounded of three authored acts
At this moment loathing
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
your three ring circus Bozo's
Cannot work or see the tears of a clown
Listen nit wit, you can't get wit
Try to sit, wit, and get yo shit split quick
I ain't go no outfits to pick and choose
So I really ain't got that much to lose
Picture's getting fuzzy and it's stuck on channel 3
And the whole
Uh, hmm
Hurry up a bit
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Repeat x3]
I like the way you do it, when you do it
When you doin', what you doin'
Check this
* one of 3 hidden tracks on the playstation game cd
[all]
Wu world order (4x)
[la the darkman]
Yo
Niggaz is feeble, I call up a vine-man like ben'
you gon get stuck there every time
Waka Flocka Waka Flocka, keep the coke up every time
Winner ate the stash, it’s alright, can’t lose they mind
Late
And study Full Sail
And all the fuckin haters
Well they can go to hell
Yeah, taking over the rap game
Track by track yeah that's the plan
Already used that
supposed to do?
When I did the opposite of what they told me to
You reap what you sow
And now I'm stuck in this three bedroom apartment alone
Don't got
I clap at your ass with this chrome .38
And put six through your hats, a seven and three eighths (come on)
Irv, you ain't Suge Knight, you Shook
Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening
But you know the chances are so small
Stuck by a bee sting, nothing but a B-thing
Better chance you
on a railroad track waiting for a train
Snatched up by a hobo and turned right into wine
Pitched up against the wall at least a thousand times
[Chorus]
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at? (where you at?)
Where you
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger
"Three minutes forty five
Seconds and counting
We are still a go at this time"
Listening to Star Trek’s star tracks
On the track to stars and back
check three
Check game from the notorious Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just
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