Lyrics:
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
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
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
it down for Sean P, he control the crooks
You my muslim brother, and my other brother
Like my mother's son, see you in heaven brother
Real artists
dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad 'cause a nigga neck
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
Guess who's back
Right about now its time for those notorious thugs
Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie
Flesh, and that nigga DJ you-Neek
Mo thug
[DJ you-Neek]
Welcome to the dark side
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
[Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock
Pop pop, better
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it
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,
I did not diss Taylor Swift
And I've never dissed her
First thing is I'm an artist and as an artist
I will express how I feel with no censorship
a pistol, bang on a nigga
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
you in trouble Sean Paul bwoy, what you do?
SP:
Bwoy me a DJ, you know
O:
DJ, Oh! Disc Jockey, a mean u play on da radio?
SP:
No man, no
O:
What
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
Bwoy me a DJ, you know
DJ, Oh! Disc Jockey, a mean you play on da radio?
No man, no
What station you play?
No, I'm a artis
Artist, a you
will he?
And the two of you just walk through the door
You're a quick change artist
Always in the mood for a change
Baby you're a quick change
on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed
No room for nonsense, you
still insane.
And I'm still hangin' with with Lay.
This nigga Wish Bone he ain't changed.
D.J. U-Neek supplied the beat,
That nigga's still creepin'
a give you something to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo' motherfucking thing as usual
Hey, hey look, P-S-C
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart
got no love for you fuckboys
Y'all still caught up in the he-say she-say
I send love to my niggas on lock down
A lot of them don't got no release
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