Lyrics:
the floor, and make way
"for America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
[Quik] Sucker ass niggaz
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
well, I'm right here
You looking for competition, ain't no one there
Ya'll in the stands dissin', kickin' dirt and missin'
My heavenly flow put MC's in
What money got to do with it
When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
saying things?
'Cause they're all listening
No, the kids ain't alright
Oh, and they do what they see
'Cause it's all on TV
Oh, the kids ain't alright
The sheets with the Isleys
The helicopter's comin'
Realize there's nothin' behind us
Behind me, Your Honor
I fuck over these beats with no condom
This ain
behind us, it's behind me
Your honor
I fuck over these beats with no condom
This ain't really a rap, it's a porno
Rewind it back
It's back to defining
NAT KING COLE LYRICS
Nature Boy
:Artist: Nat King Cole
-from his "The Greatest Of Nat King Cole" LP-Capitol SLB-6803
-peak Billboard position # 1
on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
Murder all your artists
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy
She's got Bette Davis eyes
And she'll tease you
She'll unease you
All
a boy
The lead guitarist Red Shea who's really come a long, long way
Since rythym rocker jingle jangle
And go Red!
And Lightfoot
Edwardian,
a boy
The lead guitarist Red Shea who's really come a long, long way
Since rhythm rocker jingle jangle
And go Red!
And Lightfoot
Edwardian,
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nig-ga, I swear
Stand up guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at?
'Cause nigga, I'm right
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
medication
We'll have more on this story as it develops"
"Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice
Has apparently survived a gunshot to the head
In what
Someone that I would use
To boss my
She wouldn't know
She
On the left on the rest
Numba two on my mind
There no way
She could be my girl
She steady
MVP, MVP, '09 all the way to sixteen
Even next season looking like a breeze
Lot of y'all ain't built for the league, yeah
Trade you off the team while
About to run the A
When we drop stanlanta
Bobby Creek
You know his motherfuckin' name nigga
Bobby Creek
He ain't no motherfuckin' game nigga
I'm
good
I take em to da hood
And have they ass go where its ain't
A hard rap artist
That hang wit sangazz
So don't think that this thang is hard
you trying to grab
I pull out the rocket and
Peel you back like scab
You old news, you old dudes get out of my way
Let the young boy come through
Don't
to the shore
It was in his blood and in his bones
Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been making toys or strings
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