Lyrics:
Into D-Ms askin' for some feet pics
It's day one of the quarantine
Hit the grocery store for some kerosene
Chicken wings, rice and two bags of beans
and never in old Georgetown
Stoned on my feet and dressed like a lunatic circus clown and what for
Singing a protest song puttin' down the war
I hardly recall
and never in old Georgetown
Stoned on my feet
And dressed like a lunatic circus clown and what for
Singing a protest song puttin' down the war
I hardly recall
rate,
I am not down with your gibberish trade
I am no clown, incarnated sage
See you around, by this watery ways
Ocean Tsunami, now everything changed
a real one never need to trick her feet
Prefer by her a benz make she kick up feet
She say me so street, when me hustle the money make
feet up I'm livin I don't have a problem with being a villain
I been spittin hot shit like a mf heater
In the whip gettin head with my feet up
She so bad
and dancing feet.
I raced through life, never slowed down
But I found time to laugh, ain't no clown
Life's a highway, with twists and turns
But I'll ride
you ain't gotta ask (Uh, uh)
Way before the quarantine, I was in a mask
Asked niggas for six feet
Pop 'em in the ass you rap it like a G
Wasn't poppin'
something
That you shouldn't suck clown (boy put that down)
I puts it down like a live round murder murder
Or like them vegetarians do to hamburger
I
clay shoes
Playing 1-4-5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh they
It's a one way love, a one sided affair
Given my heart, but you've gotta share
It's breaking me down
I feel like a sad clown
A painted smile
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Makes my cycle complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat
We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my
hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down
Listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes
And you
nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Makes my cycle complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat
We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my
Fresh off the streets, just finished a show in Long Beach
Ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I want to do
Broke
of the week, I live by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat
So we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
hair
I don't care!
You are acting like a clown
I don't care!
And we have to go to town
I don't care!
Don't you want to come, my dear?
I don't
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up
[Method Man]
Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana
buying gats and pounds
And I laugh in my rhymes 'cause you cats is clowns
Smash you down, patch you down
We take yo guns and we blast yo' round
Give what you've got, give it all that you can
With the world at your feet and your life in your hands
You've got to give it, give it, give it what
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
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