Lyrics:
For my thugs for my thugs
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not a player I just crush a lot
But you know Big Pun and Joe still down by law
Who's
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
facts
Trappin' bags or bubba' packs
Ever since Tray five caught that attempt
Niggas don't know how to act
Gang had Z five runnin' track
Damn, I still
Rocks the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Well this groove is about to stop
And you all wanna know who's
and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls
GI Joe in panty hose is making room for the one and only
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for
dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to flick, to spray
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
arrestin' him
And then in less than a
Heart beat I make the chart heat up
Please don't start me up to
Get to know how I be spitting on tracks
To make these
determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter
could make you a celebrity overnight
Girl, I see you in them Apple Bottom jeans
Chinchilla on your back, I wanna know your name
Girl, I'm Twista, I
life I know life is a gift
It could be hard it could be cold
My life it unfolds my story is told
Skurt! Woah get off my road
Snapping on tracks double
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said “It
on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different
But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen
Cold, cold, world is the word that was given
As he see me
zaka, I wanna feel like Pablo
Ke e rekele sdwadlo, just to feel like Makhado
On the mic kea ba pentsela, man I feel like Ronaldo
Ey, I don't know who
on smoke
On CDS DVD's too
I'm on PCs MP3s too
And vocals bang bet speakers blew
Still ok smoke
I ain't gotta gun but know I've been gun range
Manna
the dusk preying for
Some daylight through my heart
With no guarantee like you Joe
And I'm Chico Debarge
Visions apocalypse
I gotta lot of
Know that somebody
on their daddy, don't know who I am
Bang, bang, bang, skeet, skeet, skeet
When he with me, he wanna be cheeks
Say knee deep, nigga bang harder
School
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
himself (Bona utlwa)
This time I got the very Best of Imagination on this track
Music and lights as we know it
Sticky Master Pref on the decks
Ross
himself?
Bona utlwa this time I got the very Best of Imagination on this track
Music and lights as we know it
Sticky Master Pref on the decks, Ross
clicked that I don’t know where you live
Antisocial baby I just wanna roll up and get that paper coming(Ganja)
Joe say one step at a time
Paranoid n**
Be someone I know I can depend
Make sure you think, before you offend
Don’t ever lie and play pretend
Just be honest don’t resent
Cuz all we are
Is
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