Lyrics:
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props
dirty, then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have
then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have a neck
I've been sending them at times is irrelevant
Check yet to many I’m never unliked
I'm that phat any track give em cellulite
You dark minded confused I
your grandpa woulda wore a condom
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know, the challenges always gon' beat us
sober
Said "Bitch this just the pregame"
She grabbed him like a boa
Tried to give him a kiss
When he didn't even know her
Pulled her off by her hood
And I
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
though)
I want my momma and daddy to meet her
Maybe have my name
(But she's a freak though)
They keep talking about you
Because they, can't keep up
for Donald Trump so
These fuckers can't conscript me
I'm bout to fuck 20 guys
Like William James Chidley
(Chidley, Chidley)
I I I I I I I'm off
I can't bring back my niggas with all these diamonds
Pour this shit for Lee Hunnid' a line
(Pour this shit for Lee, we gon' pour this shit for Lee
in there that night.
And when I got there I said 'man what's shakin'?'
They said look man you can't come in here
This where the President hang
Sitting back, take a swig of this rum
Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum
My mind makes me revisit the slums
I come from where
[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
I said think about your future
You can't do that tomorrow
But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR
[Lupe Fiasco]
O'
be the last....
Yeah,Put a L up
One time for Mrs.Lee put a L up
I'm bout to light a L up
Yeah,And I can’t hear yo voice but I can feel you soul
I
Lee–lovely
Lee–lovely
But I'm just a nobody
But I'm just a nobody
Some things just can't be put in words
Girl just say that you want me
And be my
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live
I knew it
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
just do this everyday though, working too hard since the day slow
I know you hate it every chance go by (chance go by)
Living my life til I can’t oh my
Girl I Can’t Get Enough
Nanana
Aye Pull Up
Gimme Love
(Yeah)
Pull Up
Gril I Can’t Get Enough
Nanana
I’m Caught up
And I’m feeling tangled
Me
sweet
He threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet
chorus
Now I went up the Lee road a friend to see
They call it the Madhouse in Cork by
pain's been felt
My hand's been dealt but it was a missed deal
And words won't express the way a man William feel
I came up with them thugs, I grew up in
I'll sit alone
In my lonely room
Everyday hustle like William
Yeah
Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse,
should have some, man
You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man
You may not have three or four
But you got one, man (big boy)
give me two
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