Lyrics:
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
Packs
A G to a key was the key to a G but I skipped it
But to get bread and the biscuit wasn’t afraid to get the biscuit
Wasn’t tryin to be too prolific
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ, you're on the line, girl
Hey DJ, on the request line, girl
Play a record by my
Oooo, it's bold it's daring
Um, no, it's gross it's scary
The kids are terrified by that thing
So do us all a favor man and cut yourself free
All aboard the disco train hahaha
All right now, O yeah
O you can tell by the way I move and
walk im a women's man no time to talk
Music loud
'm snatching the biscuit
Mans better listen
I ain't got to rock 2Chainz to show you I'm different
Thinkin' of wifing her
Thinkin' of dicing and slicing her
niggers
Produced by niggers, genuine niggers
so I salute my, niggers
Not mad cuz Eminem said nigger
cuz he's my nigger, wigger, cracker friend
We all black
my ways
Even my mans, if we that tight
Jump in front of a biscuit, snuff money with all of my might
Or we can brawl it out and take his life by taking
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
low a Town by the way of Illinois and
Our blocks come together like Legos
They know who I am, I'm the man with a
Plane and a nigga with verses
Blowin'
Sounds as insane
As the war in Iraq while Saddam is hangin'
A dead man's a dead man ain't two of a kind
You can't break me
I'm head standin' doin' my time
the kids I won't be home for a while
Tell Mom don't stress, it'll go by fast
Get my last piece of sex
Before they ship my ass
Process it, down state my
cup
My heads spinning fuck
But tonight we turning up like
I roll up, by 20 to
I roll up, my zoot
I'm blessed up, achoo
And I know that I'm next up,
knows
Getting caught in his ways
Cause I'm still just a man
At the end of the day
Getting tempted by demons
These vices I crave
Day and night, every day
grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like
rebuild, your man's bionic
Put your trust in me, I never let you down
I always come up with a way to checkmate these clowns
I effeminate these clowns,
(you're on the line girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from
singing)
Grab your gal and pat her on the head
If she don't like biscuits feed her corn bread
If the girls don't
They jump on a man like a dog on a bone
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
seen alotta things in my life time, that's why I walk the line,
I'm just a simple man, and I ain't in the things for cheep thrills,
But all my scars
locksmith
Raised in the jungle, you would think I'm adopted
By some gorillas, monkeys or chimpanzees
Bare tings ah gwan as I creep through the backstreets
Got them all talking like, "Oh my!"
Now I'm feeling Brolic, it's showtime
I might foil these plans made by your mans
"Hi, Royalty!" they yell from
Seen a nigga fumble his whole bag trying chase some clout
But Fuck a handout all I know is the man route
How you doing Gorgeous I go by the name of Kilo
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