Lyrics:
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
Mr Johnson's car gets the weekend shine
And it's so fine
Music plays on radios
And Lisa in the garden singing to the washing line
Well never
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy
Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
not ev'ry issue can be settled by committee
Meanwhile
Congress is fighting over where to put the capital
It isn't pretty
Then Jefferson
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin' wars, went on stage
Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh
Jumped up, choked a giraffe, snapped his neck and broke it in half
Wagin' wars, went on stage
of an asshole?
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with
Baby, I think it's over
The end is finally near
Don't wanna talk about it anymore
I see it all so clear
So pack your bags
And move on out
There
fattens, she said that it won't happen
Steady laughing at him, mashing splashing ass shouldve had it fastened
Night is over, now, she ain't showed around
talk straight
And that of late it's been my lot to be afraid
To remember you by anything
But memories I already keep
So put another pot o' tea
in 07'
Market over saturated with all the bootleggin'
When it seems better shorty ain't no tellin'
Well, call Lyor, give him this message
Then hit
like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seein'-eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's
be with you
Who put this together? Me, that's who
We did it, Joe, but what they really do?
Save the pep talk, and the TED Talk (ye)
I'm 'bout
keep it real
Keep it real my niggas?
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggas
After the bullshit, I stayed right there
Took you
And chasing it down with beer
Well I started sweating that old sticky sweat
And I know I was white as a sheep
Then one turned the radio on wide open
And said,
Laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived
Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
Does he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
hood love, I be cussin', I be screamin' like it's over
Then I'm longin', then I'm fienin' just to hold ya
'Cause that's how we do
You know that hood
ya
Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us
changed
Step by step I gotta find me a walk
I even sound different when I talk
I said oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) wow
Something's got a hold on me
like Chewbacca when I talk
Full of such blind rage I need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's
them funky sticks over there
Now we'll build it up a bit and we'll tell 'em
What it is, is what it is
What it is, is what it is
What it is, is what
on at the Green Light tavern, well, everybody's gatherin' as friends
And the beer's a pourin' till Monday mornin', and we start it all over again
And these are my
the Sandy Claws, throw him in a box
Bury him for ninety years, then see if he talks
Then Mr. Oogie Boogie man
Can take the whole thing over then
He'll
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