Lyrics:
Well, listen this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard, I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks
If you think I'll
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Well, listen this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard, I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks
If you think
gotta shine to be free
Please say you'll be right by me
Baby are you comin with me?
Blue eyes and she cryin
Babygirl I'm dyin
You know I'd be lyin
If I
Well, listen this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard, I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks
If you think I'll
to
Nobody's lovin' hand in mine
I need a shot of inspiration
Tell me when you're gonna be
(When you're gonna be) comin' back to me?
(Comin' back to me?)
When
kyass bish
Lemme bring it back yasss bish
Bo put me na d mampama kyass
Tay ah drown
Tay go underground
6 feet down
Ah go ol d chak crown
Mr booze anoda
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
to fag off.
Tell him he sager,
inhale when I heard the word was abandonin' me,
my plan would be crumbled.
I tumble down in tears,
pressured by the cops
not sure if I know what you mean by bits
Nah, not them kinda bits, that kinda bits
Ah see, I'm on bits
Comin' like orange squash, I'm on bits
the beat to Sigleif's insane stunts
Undercover Ocelote who likes to cuss alot
I'm sick of all these bullshit rappers that jot
Down the shit that they hear,
without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know
call me S. I. R. T. double O
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own
slap ya like D-Bo
Go in his pocket, go in his drawers, go in his watch
Where that fetti mayne, told ya it's a recession mayne
Lay it down, lay it down
Way past those days at last
These are times I'm not scared at all
Year 'round and I won't stumble down
That sunshine will rise if I fall
down for you
I'm here to tell you and show you
The truth of the matter
So if you listen
You perk your little ears
You might just hear it
Bump ba da bump
her till the day I die.
Pouring down rain, on this cold, cold ground.
It's pouring down rain, on this cold, cold ground.
I'm all alone by myself,
it's da bomb
it's da bomb
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's
it's real niggas 'round
One more time, let 'em drown, let 'em drown
May you never back down
Real niggas back in style
Comin' through, if it's fuck me
', they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggas if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya lick 'em
Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo
Let's celebrate let's celebrate
A chicken birthday, a chicken birthday
Let's have a bo'party, a bo'party, a bo'party
Let's have a birthday
Let's have
Kokoma l stand by
Adebisi Konga
Omawumi's baby
Eh l say Flavour Alade
Baby mama o ti ta ti
Abo ba bo ba bo ba bo abose
Soso sobarico mass queue
and the Dirty South
Khaki's and them Tim's and them
With the platinum mouths
Thinkin' that they blessed by the
Actions that be comin' out
When you in Magic City
"I'm comin'!"
Now in ninety one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped
Now
tellin' ya why
The Lord is a-comin' from his throne on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
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