Lyrics:
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
All this excess stress I can't take it
Slow that thing down, pump ya brakes kid
Why you gotta be all up in her face kid?
The ABS will get you
him out from
The Lute and brought him down to Robert's.
And then he said, "Set him up!", cous's payin' for.
And then the 800 dollars, bein' more
As I roved out one May morning, all in the blooming Spring
I overheard a maid complain, and grievous she did sing
How cruel were her parents, they
called
Habitual criminal
So insted of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
And they down just like Danny McBride
Why I always see your dawgs in the city?
Think your boys left some soldiers behind
Just like the J, you boys try
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
up
Get inflicted by my verbal conviction
A Bad Boy but far from a Detroit Piston
You're not focused enough, you're not listenin'
You need to slow
Elvis himself had nothin` on him
The boy couldn`t be denied
His daddy`s in the pulpit shoutin` fury and fire
We`re sneakin` out the back door
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his
of verse two
Like there wasn't no one else in the room, we were singin'
"Heads Carolina, tails California"
Maybe she'd fall for a boy from South Georgia
But guess what's goin' down if we leave?
I got friends and you got friends (word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (word, oh)
I look fly and they
It's your body, what I'm goin' off
Say you go ride it, just don't fall off
Yeah I done had a lot of women
They tell me what they can do
But can you
"Scalpel"
"Here"
"Sponge"
"Here"
"Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"
"He's convulsing!"
"Oh my" "We're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!" "We're
yeah
We're catching the vibe, yeah, feeling alive, yeah
Ten out of ten, I know you down to ride, yeah
Always by my side, yeah
My baby, know I know
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
But guess what's goin' down if we leave?
I got friends and you got friends (word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (word, oh)
I look fly and they
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Me and brother Bill was a-goin' fishin'
Down to the river one day.
Had a can of worms and a willer pole,
A big can of minners, and a lot
Me and brother Bill was a-goin' fishin'
Down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole
A big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
I remember the windows rolled down
And the wind in my hair
Drivin' around in your Daddy's old Chevy
Like we were goin' somewhere
We thought that
And four's for the ambiance
Check it out 'cause this is how it go
I'm sick with the rhyme
I'm infected
Since '95 the BEP perfected
The way we get down
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
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