Lyrics:
goin back
To the drawing board connect dots But can't trace that
Matter fact erase that cause I'm this late track
Get ya face slapped and I'm Straight so
To writin' rhymes on a ironing board
To build Def Jam
You see, I'm the undisputed
King of all hip hop
Everything after is my legacy
Like it or not
And I
to Belgium
To Afghanistan
From Farmers Boulevard
Smokin' a blunt with my man
To writin' rhymes on a ironin' board
To build Def Jam
You see, I'm
Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine, boy you can gimme a shine
I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've
Depressive ironing board backside straight up and straight down. No
Frills no thrills Miss six o'clock subject to have the itch mutanoid
Caucasoid white
Two girls for every boy
And if my woody breaks down on me somewhere on the surf route
(Surf City, here we come)
I'll strap my board to my back
and the boards
Recalling your step
And I remember, too
All the pictures are fading
And shaded in grey
But I still set a place
On the table at noon
And I'm leaving
Pardon me boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine, boy you can gimme a shine
I can afford to board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've
route (Surf City, here we come)
I'll strap my board to my back and hitch a ride in my wetsuit (Surf City, here we come)
And when I get to Surf City I'll
how to meditate
Read your horoscope and cheat your fate
And the further more to hell with hate
Come on and get on board
Look around and tell me
get on now it's coming
Listen to those rails a thrumming
All 'board get on the 'A' train
Soon you will be on Sugar Hill in Harlem
tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford
Well we wind that thing all on the runnin' board, yes
Hot tamales
[Intro: Bishop Don Magic Juan]
Yeah.. no introduction is really needed
But it's, the Bishop Don Magic Juan
Chairman of the Board, of famous playas
verse.
Well, me and my baby - we just bought a ford
And now we sit together - on the running board.
1st chorus
when I board that plane and land inside the buildin'
I get A1 money, I'm an A1 nigga
Got a A1 swagger, I'm gettin' A1 bitches
I just bought me
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
contours
But uh tell me you surfin let me know you on board
You can't seal up the bottle once all of the dimes poured
Yes I swear to God girl I put it
Ain't me understated
They've got a tag on you boy
'Cause I'm the hottest cross the board
Cruise through the ghetto
Mulsanne made of metal
Hanging out
as a guiding coach
Analyze the board, universal approach
Retune the soul to a certain pitch
Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
The love
(never been).
Louis luggage and all,
Fuck with the Taylor Gang Spring Summer and Fall, and winter too.
Ha ha, yeah bitch Germ on the boards.
And this
change a nigga life right
What up Vanessa, I loved you that one semester
Thanks to my profession I balled like Uncle Fester
Thinkin about the board I
boy
Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
Yes yes track twenty-nine
Boy, you can gimme a shine
Can you afford
To board the Chattanooga choo choo
I've
And a love so nice and fine
But this evening I watched her board that
Train and move on down the line
Our love was so good but now she's
Gone and this is what
gon' do?
When you hear this, recognize you hear love
MC nigga illin' over B-boy dubs
Riding through the shit like Tron
Does it matter if you're on board
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