Lyrics:
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
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
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
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Management: Ted Chung
Russell Redeaux, justin Li, Nick Adler
Kevin barkey, Rahia Michael doggy Style
Records staff: Chris Jackson, ethan
Sugar, Frank Vasquez,
all the girls kiss the boys at last
Let me go let me go rock and roll
Heavy metal, heavy metal machine
Heavy metal, a heavy metal machine
We're
to rock'n'roll and heavy metal
But they still rock some rose and bust heavy metal
See them boys in the bottom on another level
So fast to the point that it up
to the top
But they kinda in the middle, 'cause they always gettin' caught
This ain't the Hardy Boys or a Nancy Drew mystery
It's just Kenan and Kel in your
Now her paints are dry,
And I looked outside,
At the corner boys
Hey, oh, where'd you go?
I don't know?
I went to see your pictures
I
know she don't belong to you
She's a heavy-hipped1 mama, she's go the great big legs
She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's got the great big legs
She's
and that is that
Love it when you call me legs
In the morning buy me eggs
Watch your heart when we're together
Boys like you love me forever
Oh, oh,
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,
the whole FTK
You know, Mr. Mike Love, Bulumaster, what up!
Can't forget, Veedaugh, DJ Pharus, Coops, DJ Timbuktu
K-scratch, The Base Man, Boogie Boy
Dj
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
and that is that
Love it when you call me legs
In the morning buy me eggs
Watch your heart when we're together
Boys like you love me forever
Oh, oh,
the past
Let all the girls kiss the boys at last
Let me go, let me go, rock and roll
Heavy metal, heavy metal machine
Heavy metal, heavy metal
to ramble, ramble, there's heavy traffic ahead
We traveled around from state to state
The Bluegrass boys are never late
Heavy traffic ahead, heavy traffic
baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make
with an American accent
I was a young boy tryna be my brother
Till I wised up and said that
I ain't tryna be another
I remember back when I was in
convinced that I'm a good person somehow
But I'm not...
Not really
I'm a heavy load
I'm a boy without a boat
Don't negotiate with terrorists and my ego is
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
T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha
I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP
I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC
I am a teacher teaching
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