Lyrics:
broke your own law
Or was there something in Rule
Six I didn't understand?
My list says killed Egyptian dude
Buried him in sand
I read your book, you got
real with yourself
I be smoking that prescription
Gold like an Egyptian
Chopper leave no witness
Flip you like a gymnast
(Pow, pow, pow, grrr, pow)
exotic
She is a Native, Egyptian, American
She's every woman, she's swearing it
I told her, I need my reefer
Fuck me, suck me and rub my tummy
Can't
who love being locked down
Facing convictions, throwing conniptions
I got more bitches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic you're a goner
Cause
Never loved these hoes
I think I love this hoe
Wait (Shut the fuck up)
Seven digit's for the chain, nigga
Egyptian sculpture for the rain, nigga
When
a dream, but she's so hard to please
She moves around like an Egyptian queen
Set me free
Why don't you, Rosa Lee?
I'm so afraid of losing you
But
'Cause ain't no screams in space
Egyptian museum, they keep the kings in crates
Thrones out on loan and they keep their rings in safes
You decide, apple
the corduroy boy
Came the door-to-door name down the corridor of fame
I walk like an Egyptian on a mission to listen to conditions
Envision a vision of what
often heard
With a big ol' cadenza
On every long word
They keep it as low
As they possibly can,
And sometimes they walk
Like an e-gyp-tian
YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I want to be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the be -boy slang and blast some suckers
Walk like an Egyptian, rough
Egyptian skin tone had similar looks
On my trip out to Cairo I found home on arrival
I swam in the Red Sea took a boat on the Nile
It's in my blood
Egyptian fonts and ankhs
Scottish write with Montblancs let us stomp
I walk as my father walk, master builder is what I thought
You look just like how
I try to Walk Like an Egyptian, with Hieroglyphics spelled in chalk
I guess the hustling is the unspoken Gospel
Love that I'm an apostle, feel
relaxed, readin real loves stories like
Ceaser and Cleopatra, we need another actress to play her
'Cause Liz Taylor's hot, but the Egyptian queen
the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm
'cause' I'm near it
Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hieroglyphics
Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state
Niggas smile up in your face
dummies can't read the language of Egyptian mummies
Plant a flag on the moon and can't find food for the starving tummies
Pay no mind to the youths 'cause
kêra môgô
Some of the smartest dummies
Can't read the language of Egyptian mummies
An' a fly go a moon
And can't find food for the starving tummies
black and white on Egyptian sheets
And I can see the jealousy
I think they really scared of me
Do what I do and let it be
And that's the way I
permanent chase and the bite of our bark
We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold
We love us
It don't matter, be combative or be sweet cherry
5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists
Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians
God cover my soul, need it, can’t let it go
the fly shit
Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camel-back riders
Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles
Money, jewelry want me then come get me
Hit me but
Americas with ease
In their ships with painted sails
To the east, Africa was a neighbor
Across a short strait of sea miles
The great Egyptian age is but
Pussy, Money, Weed
Oh yes I love her like...
Oh yes I love her like...egyptian
Want a description? her body's sickenin
I can be her prescription, I
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