Lyrics:
You're not allowed in our band
You smoked too much weed
When you lost your girlfriend
Your not allowed in our band
You cant play the f scale in
bars of death, here comes a bad Mother F
Don't say another (shh) don't take another
Mic check one, One, checky two
What's this? The old switcharoo, huh!
[Chorus]
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get f***ed up in the club
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
The type of brother that will go
To ya album release party
Grab the mic and BOO you
Like how's how, F' how's how
I make a fool's do rag do not want to
Nephew
me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody-ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll, man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar
bring a forty five to a mortar fight
The segregation you don't know that there's more to find
Yeah they sell it all movin' em pack by the f****** pack
Downtown New York
Last floor, penthouse view
Still thinking I still want more
Oh y'all want more?
20 Track album ready, mixed, mastered, done, finished by
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real
Girl, I'd trade
ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (bitch)
I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his
to your Dome.
Fought in the wars R.I.P to the foes raised by the wolves I got a head full of goals. From the generation that got to see Jeter play.
Home
alive
A life is destroyed by another persons control
In the name of love
You are a big f..monster from hell
The result is a broken soul with a wound that
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
Thrusted in a world that I don't know
from my mama's lips between my mama's hips.
I'm cuddled by her hands because she understands.
It's that bond that
F-are-you-s-tration
Thought I was so very sure
Oh, oh
So you went on your way
Hittin' up at the party scene
Actin' as if you were
Entirely over me
a kryptonite
Nadai kumdish kama satellite
Credits. Song: Fine by Me
Artist: Alex Msafiri
Produced by Jei Bad
Written by: Muisyo Alexander/ Jason Jack
Album
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(Chorus)
Im riding hard in the donk/
Lookin big in
information
F-Y-I
For your information
You're a lunatic
And you're on a mission
To corrupt my soul and it's all yours
I've been wanting it
Mr. Recolission
on the mini van son
drive it fast like a nascar
hold onto your butts
finna model me an ascot
roll another up
either die or we gon pass out
i don't give a f
your third I’m giving sight to the blind
These devils wanna burn my house down I rebuke
I’m sitting by the door plotting war I’m the spook
These schools
Couldn't talk about your mother
Couldn't loosen up your soul
Your dad gave me his CDs
And you stole his porn and bowl
You just said f@#$ him I
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