Lyrics:
Bowes?
Though, I'm left without a penny
The wolf was discreet
He left me my feet
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle
La perfectly
Riddick Bowe'd
Critics'll end up in critical
Think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked then
And I ain't stopping 'till I'm on top again, all
Lah-de-dah!
Ol' Major Bowes is gonna spot me,
Got through Yale with boula-boula,
Lah-de-dah!
Old microphone's got me!
I love to sing-a,
I love to wake
forget it
Or maybe it's the devil infiltratin' and like Riddick Bowe
I've been fightin' this since them fetus days
I count from one to twenty, when I'm
to toe? I don't think so
Bird sales
And knockin' niggas out like Riddick Bowe
You ain't the play
You know the play so don't say shit
Get 'em up and find
affair, and I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, Mahjong and platinum hair, and I'm here
I got through Abie's, Irish Rose, Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had
affair, and I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, Mahjong and platinum hair, and I'm here
I got through Abie's, Irish Rose, Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had
Lah-de-dah!
Ol' Major Bowes is gonna spot me,
Got through Yale with boula-boula,
Lah-de-dah!
Old microphone's got me!
I love to sing-a,
I love to wake
Bowes?
Though, I'm left without a penny
The wolf was discreet
He left me my feet
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle
La perfectly
the jent their fool
Verse 1
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up like Riddick Bowe
Gotta cook it up
hitter like Riddick Bowe
I swings with the eyes of the tiger
Party reviver
Bitch's are killed by my saliva
Cause my shit is liver
Spitted it out,
off mobs of beautiful women
Making gold albums
And counting my big pile of money
I listen to the Russ Bowe show on Realradio 104.1
with a waterfall-a,
Any sob-a that will throb-a to a bluebird's call-a,
I love, I love to sing!
I was born a singin' fool-a,
Lah-de-dah!
Ol' Major Bowes
Bowes?
Though, I'm left without a penny
The wolf was discreet
He left me my feet
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle
La perfectly
Bowes?
Though, I'm left without a penny
The wolf was discreet
He left me my feet
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle
La perfectly
Bowes?
Though, I'm left without a penny
The wolf was discreet
He left me my feet
And so, I put them down on anything
But the la belle
La perfectly
split
Yo whole shit'll look like Riddick Bowe hit it
Oh shit his bone's stickin' out I think it's broken
Now go freakin' dial 911, homie I run run
My
I've gone on too long
Let me hit you with this
Flee the palace nigga
Bowes of my sweet breath
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Ride like the wind
Karma Fisker (skirr, Fisker?)
Young nigga get witcha, yes, I'm tha Flippa
Yes I will flip ya
Shout out my big bruh Dwayne Bowe
Who stay ten toes
Might
Edward Bowes!
Though
I'm left without a penny,
The wolf was discreet,
He left me my feet!
And so,
I put them down on anything but Clarabelle,
put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swole like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your
affair, and I'm here
Amos 'n' Andy, Mahjong and platinum hair, and I'm here
I got through Abie's, Irish Rose, Five Dionne babies, Major Bowes
Had
blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20
The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs
your ho
I'll hit that bitch like I was Ridick Bowe
I got my sheleighy, I got my gun
I'm putting heads out daily and I never run
Everlast is comin'
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