Lyrics:
Muppet #1: I'll see you around.]
[Bob: Okay.]
(AM#1 leaves, bumped into AM#2 as he enters)
[Anything Muppet #2: Hey, watch it. Where ya goin'?
Shell them
Skring
Come we go raise
Some hell then
Quick with my flicks
Really put my whole wrist in
Did it on my ones
Way better with assistance
I am not
letting everyone skate
As i plan my escape this soldiers sealing my fate
Retired zombie burned out on a pension of hate
So what am I really saying?
me up into groups
It's hard as hell, but avoid jail
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I am dope
Whip it, make it
We got all kinds of dope boys in this motherfucker
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I Am Dope!
Whip it, make
fuckin cold
Rinse repeat
I'm getting old
Welcome to corporate hell
It's cooking me fast and it's killing me slow
Welcome to corporate hell
Your
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
the scheme of things, all love
All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
[Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
...don't know where I am..
I wake up... and I
and communities in the 1980s like sickle cell disease.
I used to think Reagan was the white devil, raising hell and damnation in inner cities and slums and ghettos
beat, I am
Leather belts that made me, I am
Home alone again at eight, I am
Somebody's life to rate, I am
Given to the beast by fate, I am
The one
everyday and then I'm grinding in the night
I come alive in the nighttime
Rolling up my kush and I am sipping on that white wine
Said I'm sipping on that
the hell on earth is wrong with you?
Baby, baby, baby
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Baby, baby, baby
What the hell on earth is wrong with you?
Baby,
Livin' by myself, paranoid as hell, I do
Yesterday is tomorrow, but somehow, I'll keep on Loving you
Everywhere I go, ghetto, the streets dirty like
just my son, my friend four
I got some white dope, but they want the tan more
Cold as hell cookin' dope, I need a hand warmer
That other car want
Make up your own mind
Wake up your own kind
Paint up your own skin
Shake up the country
White is the color of what I am not
Black is the color
hating , ain’t no changing who i am let them know
Can’t control it , how i’m thuggin , life just passing me by
Run up on me , who want it with me
We gon
the scenes His cash is a little bit reddish
my routine, is to hit your whole team Right before I eat breakfast
I ain't no killer But I'm turning you zombie, no
up in they mental
Simple well probably not, fuck 'em
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls the only way I'll get my
(Damn, Machu
Why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Walking like a zombie off this
Four of Wock', I'm half, yeah
Huh, yeah huh
Walking like a zombie
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
by
Yeah, you seem like nice guys
A little on the Pottery Barn and dry white wine side
As for me, I've been scaring for millennia
I
to get hell bent
Melted mango my head man
Still the same an I felt it
Lovely
You an me are so bubbly
Tasty green we make money
Blatantly one hunnid
I
in, cross the line, enter by your own; there is no way out
Pain and fear, bloody tears; screams of vengeance
I, I am, the wind, that blows in
sleezy hotel room by the bay
I ran outta there clam chowdered her there's hell to pay
No doubt about it I never doubted it no need to stay
I'm back at it
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