Lyrics:
lead us not into temptation, I
Want you to kiss me, i love you)
You're a good kid
All you lil' cowboy will do a good job for me
Make sure you do it
where, you could be in Russia I'ma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags
Don't stop, keep goin' don't
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace 'cause we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA!!! Mr. Ripper did
day, all
Day. We done paved the way and l'm on da run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a lil' fun wit number one, one
Yeah cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga it's Young Mula
First Lady ugh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Balenciagas,
up
Had to disappear for a while
Shit got a lil' hot
Guess who’s back on the block
Mr big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner one hand
of sittin' around the T.V. every night
Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right""
Misguided angel hangin' over me
Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory
Soul
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
KATALAMBANO
Intro: Ye, Ye, Black Urban, Xantipo, Aeileon, Black Xan
1st Verse:
What’s the problem? Everybody Rocking/ Kawasaki’s zooming by me/
six-one blockin' it
If y'all ridin' by, my nigga, we cockin' it
Poppin' on imposters, fake ass mobsters
East side niggas, ain't no stoppin' us
My recipe
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
to tha West
Well, Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca
The cute lil sista, with the fever blista
Said that I dissed her, 'cause I wouldn't kiss her
But I got
'm burryin' money every day, I need another shovel (it's dirty)
It's an angel on my shoulder and a devil on the other one (a demon)
Turn wives into widows
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
like this-Voodoo kiss
Fox's got that Mojo workin'
Mr. Big easy!...
A hot blooded angel
scene
Every week is fashion week and
Every day I’m pressed clean
Detroit’s Angel, I even got red wings
I’m headed to the ball
Me and three prom queens
My
This a real nigga foundation
Let me get a lil' taste of your honey glazed lips
And the universe got me in its good graces
Get rid of the cancers, I
Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
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