Lyrics:
a huh, I'm a true MC
Ya'll niggas know how I get down
Ain't none of that commercial shit
Youknowhatimean
I'm stuck in that, back in the days, '95
'88, '86
the Rudolph on 'em
From his bend, we wave to cross him, 3-8, we'll shootouts on him
Bitch, this ain't commercial housin', stuck for life, this public home
in America
You know you guys rhymin little gay for commercial
Deep in the industry, the anal crevices
Y'all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin
Lotion your ass up, you're ungrateful
Take a shit in the underground picture
Make it commercial
More tasteful, parental advisory
Clean your vagina with
way
Long story short he saw a commercial that said that
The 20's are the prime of your life
But that doesn't seem to be true at this moment
of twins to make Doublemint commercials
After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back
commercials
After trying X, I can only imagine what y'all be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the Excursion
Forgetting
the mic an back in the frame
They can't see me, they can't feel the real G
I represent, commercial rap will never kill me
[Chorus: x4]
like that commercial that be sayin
'Ask for Minoxonil, with Rogaine'
True skills I will explain
The T'Cha breaks the campaign down plain
{People
redirects one's energies
Like commercial sequences
Man infected like lighter fluid
Man infected by sign language
Photon radio camp ostrich
Man enticed by
is their chief
They show their bollocks when they eat
Commercial rate await's
For those who join clique
And make their pledge and put their material
In
Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin
Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin
fancy and shit, be mainstream and shit, you know, you know? (Fasho)
They said I went commercial, like I still won't come up off the hip and hurt you
thought
I knew your name - but it's not you but it's not you
You're talking in a balloon
in this tidy room
sounding like a commercial
for a serial
I wish
what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke
ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your cutting into my commercial
will be as new as the day it was found
Oh, love is real it is not just in long-distance commercials
Or something that you thought you felt back in high
the hood
Bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax
Roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga
I gotta shake myself and wonder
Why she even bothers me
For if heartaches were commercials
We'd all be on TV
Don't you know her when you see
the k-k-k-k-k-k-k
Clap that nigga, that nigga got something to say
I started day to day, like fuck what a hater say
I know it hurt them to see my commercial all
Black and white two seater, look like piano
Yellowbone live, only known by commercials
Hope you don't run up, my nine gon' hurt you
Percocet 15, I took
undressing eyes, so strictly commercial
Your love is a cashed-in cheque
Oh, oh, that's the way of all flesh
All flesh
All flesh
in his mouth, a ninety inch giant
Went to commercial, the phone rang
"Yo, what up Sheek?", "Ain't nothing, Tone, just on my dean"
"Out here in
local.
The label wanted commercial, so we had a rehersal
Dial ### and get the infomercial
(Hold up) wait a minute, you mean that's all with your
mouth
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