Lyrics:
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
Definitely did take a long time
2020 been a sad year
Wasn't gon' even do this
But I think that y'all needed me after everything that been goin'
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
you wake, I'll be by your side with breakfast in bed
Big heart na I carry for my chest But if nor you show me love
I go use wetin dey my head
I know my
then come back just to keep rapping atcha
419, this yahoo money mad, it ain't no laughing matter
Said that they was ready for us? Man they all some
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
To let her know what I'm gon' to do
Sample "Dreamflower" by Tarika Blue
That's cool with you?
Yeah, that's fine baby, all gravy
Long as you know you my
slow-motion
And the bills rollin in just like a coasta
Gotta catch a nigga sleepin late night
Stick em with the toaster
Make him put it all in
Like he was
Keep it real Terricks yo Waddle
Explosion I'm about to blow
We don't give up for this syd oh no
Me ne Gvng step ohoo
Swag on fleek
Dix is by the way
Big
Your traveling with her, been a long time coming
cnd that song y'all humming while
You're running, you're running With Tubman, with Tubman You're
Girls
by Dizzee Rascal
Album : Showtime
Marga Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal.
Yo, walkin through
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Xbox blasting the Timmy Turner track
Talking like: I love him, I'm hoping he makes another track
Feenix Bipolar's the master of all rhymes
That's fine,
Shelf, Big slimm what's up J smooth
Bonez, Krazy-8, kickstand Holler at me True
Bodysnatcher, baby boy, Brixx We The shit
All Night, Ranger, Oso, smoov
remember there was nights I would just crash in the dorm when we was making beats
We was doing all types of shit man, when we first got out we did the first
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
I look at the empty night without you near
Camped out at Charing Cross to spite my fear
The streetlights have yet to go out
I'm wrapped in my
A bunch of beautiful women
With broken hearts just singing the night
Away that's where I'm at
Right now women singing and being
Free and sharing their big
got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
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