Lyrics:
believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back
pluck your whiskers you tattle teller
There's rats in the street, and rats in the jail
In the feds, rats wear wires in they cell
Shit Steven Seagal,
money baby money baby it's some stuff I'm buying today
That money calling me so it's your time that I'm denying today
She like Tyler what you doing she
money baby money baby it's some stuff I'm buying today
That money calling me so it's your time that I'm denying today
She like Tyler what you doing she
times (The Good Times)
We were blessed
I miss the old days (the old days)
Which my mind has kept
I want to rewind, a little remind
Back in time
so smart that I'm
Gonna win a Guggenheim,
For good advice
(One more time!)
Benjamin Franklin was a charming old man,
He was always flying his
clothes and my sneakers
Block to hot, no time to be speaking
niggas is asking what happened to Steven
Had to get out of the state for the weekend
New route
Saw he wasn't home
So I went out to the back
Right behind our house there's an old train track
The kitty wasn't there so I call my buddy Jack
He said he
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
the room
I go where I want I'm good
Rappers don't come to my hood
I wish a motherfucker would
I'm what's going on nigga
I'm schooling old niggas
Old girl
Baby, I hope you come back to me. If you don't want me, good
Then forget about me, cause I don't see you again, ow
Lousy notes, lousy notes, lousy notes.
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
And split decision, tell your old folk
and your children what I'm dealin
Good times
eye
It's scary on some Malcolm X shit by any means necessary
He gonna be legendary, like Fat Cat and Rich Porter
He went and bought himself a 4-track
a ride
Yeah I'm tryna catch a vibe
Can we drive right by
Can we drive right by
Back in the day could've sworn they had one up
Now they just scramble for
eat dog, cat eat cat, cannibal shit
Walk that talk, drink that flask, Flammable shit
Burn our mats, live like rats, laughable bitch, pat on back, aunts
the chest with
An eagle claw fist and back you
Get it two by four and she'll lack you
(Tip, you hardly find a nigga
Now that out raps you)
(Or gets at you,
want it
Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
goods
Without even taxin'
Cause she just been used, abused by the men in her life
At this point she cant even pass it
Its funny how people will try
Back like I left something
I'm going in raw don't catch nothing
I'm the best coming like a bitch squirting
I'm better with the green like Kendrick
and disappeared in the hills of old Juarez
A bullet in my back, a bullet in my leg
Bullets flying by my ears they taught me how to pray
I prayed I'd reach
much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes
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