Lyrics:
feast
In the stu with my dawgs make me feel complete
I don't give a fuck I'm freestylin on the beat
I be hurting all these feelings bitches call me mean
home
I'll get you right
I pictured me holding you
I pictured you holding me
We can watch a movie girl
I just bought some brand new dvd's
And I
call you, George"
I said, "Baby, (baby), baby, (baby), baby, (baby)
Well, you can call me George Jetson, call me George Jones
I'll be your
Mrs. Claus laying down
Naked on the table
Slamming body shots
With a bit of luck
You could be a pimp like me
But pro'lly not
Dudes are playing, throwing
rhymes like proverbs 18:10
Rappers tune in and say amen
Hail JaH with me niggaz
Ain't talking about Jeffery Bruce Atkins
He says be holi everyday
I Got
wrong with you (uh-huh)
I'll be right with you (uh-huh)
So just take us both
You hurt him, you hurt me too
I need an extra day on the week
An extra
for free
But rarely for ya soul be
Keep the microphone revolving like me looking for a job
Interviewed by a fraud they just think I'm a slob
Giving me
is tonight
Holiday end,
I'm here once again,
And I'm left alone on the bus with my
Head on the ground,
In hopes that I'm found by you
This
by the drinks huh
I will be there be there in a click uh
Photos of me and my clique uh
Telling 'em Tee how it's lit yeah
Been over working a bit yeah
I
picture
Jou ma se poes in 'n fish paste jar
Do what I like cos I roll with the fuckin' Ninja
It's plain to see you can't change me
'Cause I'ma be
you to notice me
Give you hard bars or stroke you with my poetry
And you know it's Venem, you can tell by the potency
It's venom in your veins with my
flip
They could be my ex bitch or them kids on my dick
Little critics that'll never know the hell that I live
Acting like they ain't know me, when they
pointin' and leakin' falsifyin' the stink
You think I'm pink I blink with them shades of thought and think
(And in this corner be the hush) so play
genesis
May I be dismissed
Eric just got a yellow dirtbike
We gotta mess with him
But won't he beat us up
Not if we dress like ninjas
Sneak around in
di club door, bombs away
Party like a holiday
Jersey out but me no play, this is not di NBA
Mr mix weed wid Craven A, orange juice and Tanqueray
To stop
Too black to be with the whites but Too white to be with the blacks
Ended in a cop car my homie ain’t Call Me back
Almost went to jail but my dad he
to murder you with more lines
Yeah
One of a kind
Shoot you at you blind
Illest to rhyme
Since I was like 5
Since I was 5
B*tch Don't Come Back At Me
to
My school with a camera
I freestyled on his DVD for
A minute then after it hit the streets
I was known as K dot from Compton
Man Hootie probably was
(Mbee Mbee)
(Ay ay)
(Ay ay ay)
(Yeah)
Don't need no pill to be Real
How the fuck you ain't Feeling me
Ay man I swear that's Insanity
Fucking with me
And my heart is calling
I've fallen so in love with you
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Holla if you wanna have a
Happy Holiday with me
It's cold
with me till the sun comes up?
Your shoulder is my sweet escape.
Loving you’s like a holiday.
You’re a gift that keeps on giving.
The light that keeps
with me till the sun comes up?
Your shoulder is my sweet escape.
Loving you’s like a holiday.
You’re a gift that keeps on giving.
The light that keeps
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
beam
I'm damn good with these eyeballs
Money coming by the boat load been adding up all summer
In one day I served a thousand J's my trap house doing
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