Lyrics:
bad guy
No they never stop they just pass me by
They treat me like a leper
Who's left to die Yo!
Excuse me mate can you get me a taxi
Is that
dealin' with no ordinary guy
So while he was a-talking I was thinkin' up my plan
Then my fingers did the walkin' on the telephone man
Singin' hey
Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go.
And maybe something stronger if the right guy is on the corner.
Bang bang bang goes the quarter notes.
[Intro]
Grand Hustle Pimp,
Hey, whats happening shorty
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate
[Intro]
Grand Hustle Pimp..
Hey, whats happenin shorty
Me being a true player and all
I mean you know as a stand up guy you know
I really hate
ZUBIN MEHTA (Zubin Mehta); still others say (others say he), bullshit, honey (bullshit, man) he's just another greasy guy who happened to be born next
Welcome to Club XIII
All the usual suspects are acting weird
The bartenders can't be bothered
We're all glad you're here
The door guy's got
Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
by
So he could always be there to cut the grass
I can't believe my wife left me for the lawn the boy
The guy just lives next-door
at the people who pass me by
Hey folks look at me, I'm no ordinary guy
I had a love and she swore she was mine
But she only loved me when the weather was fine.
where she is,
I'm glad I don't know where she lives,
'Cause one day I just might show up at her door.
But I figured she's probably somebody's mama by
She was sitting cross-legged on a hood of a Ford
Filing down her nails with a emory board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
And all
applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling
Doe, now I'm Mr. Jolicoeur
Pissed with the witness, and now I adore
O's got the world cause O's was on tour
Girls gave the O's, and guys, oh for sure
Talked to the guy behind the bar, then dropped a few names
He didn't know what I was talking about
So I put my money down and I shot some pool
Beat two
sure
They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door
But young woman, the pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker
Medical
got off before the engineer locked the door
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Right track wrong train (echoes)
I'm not to blame (echo)
Right track wrong
sure ain't wasting it on clothes
It's a mystery to you but there's a guy at the store that knows
'Cause by eleven in the morning, I'll find him
called their telephone
Jack picked up from his throne
Talking bout how he broke a bone
When he fell down that hill
Jill was popping xanny pills
Jill was
brought them to this place
By the edge of town
In the room next door she could hear a voice on the telephone
Begging please
Inventive belief
Intensive
the mirror, manage
Tell me why they all up in ours
How I had your body twisted in them positions,
Now the next-door neighbors listening
The next time you get
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
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