Lyrics:
we're here, Sha
He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in
felling fear (fear)
The sound is playing like a Q-tip digging your ear (ear)
Mama Zula stands for positivity, knowledge, and grace
I never run my piece
you’re staring at a Tim and Eric DVD?
Can’t get enough
Crime Mob shit: knuck if you buck
Celibate girls do stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q Tip
stuff in the butt
Get it out with a Q-tip or some Müeslix
I’m a eunuch just ‘cause I can’t give a fuck
Kiss her on the neck while she’s buttonin’ up
Uh
Way down in New Orleans everythings fine
All them cats just drinkin' that wine
Drinkin' that mess is sure delight
When they get slop drunk they
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club
The man, five-oh, I don't see him in the club
Cause he out in the CT with a dick in his butt
Y'all stay OT
And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club
The man, five-oh, I don't see him in the club
Cause he out in the CT with a dick in his butt
Y'all stay OT
we're here, Sha
He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in
If I keep on talking now,
I'll only start repeating myself
And all I can say is
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
If I slip
in the mix, mystic girl from Triple Six
Late night tip is all we have, you just came, so trick, that's it
I'm not the type to get involved in long
motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna
dead without a deed
Slipping away from an iron grip
Nature's scales are forced to tip
The heartland cries, loss of all pride
To leave ain't
to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray
Book of the Lord
I is for Isaac whom the Lord didn't fail
J is for Jonah and he lived in a whale
K is for Kingdom that divided us all
L is for Lydia
to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray
Get it off, take my tip
You can't give all you have
To take something back
Before she'll put you right up on the rack
With some others in mind
Take my
over years
Broken glass
Filled by screams
Filled by screams. Shock and sadness. Numbness. Madness
Fill my ears with your blood. Remove the Q-Tip
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
way
Plessey business is no messy business
Just takes 'em over and sub-divides
Clean as a q-tip as quiet as nylon
One more hand then you got eyes
the beauty in the tones of our skin
We've gotta come together
And thank the Maker of us all
[Chorus]
We're colored people, and we live in a tainted
tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
When I step up in the place, ayo, I step correct
(Woo-hah) got you all in check
I got that head-nod
in the mix, mystic girl from Triple Six
Late night tip is all we have, you just came, so trick, that's it
I'm not the type to get involved in long
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