Lyrics:
lotta, lotta dolla'
Gonna be a scholar
Everybody gonna holla
Cause you gon' be hot
So hot like Madonna
Whether you an actor
A lawyer, a doctor
You know
pokey let my soul bend up
Grown to be sixty-five inch
Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch
Indeed I rap
Ghetto folk'll snatch your soul intact
Let it not be said
Mateo you coulda dweet
You could've been the greatest
You could've achieve wah you set out to
But no no no no no let it be said
The Sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together
tonight you're
A be entertained by; ike willis on guitar and vocals; tommy mars on keyboards and 'jeezus'. you're also going to be entertaining yourselves
competition
So losers are created by definition
Our leaders are ruled by political ambition
Not a single one of them is a trained technician
It would be insane
around the clock
By myself when I go clock
Roosters, chickens, geeses, hawks
On the block goin block for block
I used to be the smallest of
Ballers but
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob and weave she been tried and true too
Bitches be lessons and you a blessing
And I heard that ya stressing so
gon be short.
Can't be envious tryna play king boy
Know I smoke and I do it for sport.
Getting finer not popping the cork
I know yo type b***h I'm
Yea, look, you niggas tryna act like B.o.B and go
And stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta block that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't
like cooked rice, toldem good night
Uhh
Don't get bodied by the producer
Don't get bodied by the producer
No that shit is not condusive uhh
Don't
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley
I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
Appropriate, no doubt, but bust it
I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's
Them fake rappers, but they damn good actors
From population,
telling them the xans i don't want no more
Unless they oxy or some molly then i'm popping about four
Always kept my head high
Always been a good sport
Even
he was MK
Cheese on my mind I ain't playing for Green Bay
Not for the BS don't come round this way
He used to be starting now he on the bench
Bro stay
to believe
But I was born a winner on the inside
Couldn't tell by looking at my dinners
You just ain't that good
Sorry we missed ya
Your the last resort
alright then im gonna try
To make it all better by ends of the night
Don't leave me here dead in the water
I would be lying if I said I was dreaming
You
got me good
And I don't want to live for a life time
Watching like a spectator sport
And I don't want to wait for a life time
I want to play ball
the price is right
I'm m bob barker
Throw them bucks in the air
Like a false starter
I'm wavy in the game
Like i sport water
What up slime
Like muk not four
Eh Chett you good…
Yeah…
Uh...
I am just tryna get by
I wanna try to be fly
She want me but I say bye
See I'm rapping ends
By the Benz
(x4)
Sadat X:
Walkin' New York with the big stick loaded
Most voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy Square
I be there
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the sayings
Tell me did you really thought
That I will be such a good sport
A few more tears won’t hurt me anymore
We could hang around sometimes
What if we go
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