Lyrics:
Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts, I'll buy you Crackerjacks
As long as you count my outs when I come up to bat
'm dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, I ain't the vet
N I
'm dying to bet
You fellers know "I ain't the best"
Prove I'm lying if I ain't correct
They call me doc, I'll give
Your dog shots but, i ain't the vet
N I
I know your pa and all your kin would hang me in the morn
Pity on me, dear Jellon Graeme, my pa you need not dread
I'll bear my baby in the Silver
you just wake up in the morning
And blame it on a nigga
You's the type of nigga
I leave standin' at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waitin for my car
the whole island, under every log
Yooooo, Lee! I see a hog
GET IT!
COOKED PORK
Nah, bruh, it's raw
NOT FOR LONG
What the balls?
Peep this campfire my squire
laugh tonight, I'll cry tonight, I'll make it right
Spend the rest of my time with you by my side
If my time was slipping away
And I didn't have long
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
off my dick and take it from me
Death by snu snu
That's how I will go
That goth pussy
Takes you six feet below
Oh, murder me in my sleep
I'll do
'm still as fly as your zipper
True, I just get richer
But if it was ever all about skrilla
Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago
Bitch, shut
left (chef, chef)
Chef up the bomb ting (chef, chef, chef)
Spirit Bomb (bomb, bomb)
You niggas on a long ting (long niggas) (look)
But I get it gone
door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
rock and roll with you
Let's have a rock and roll Christmas
Just like we used to know
A rock and roll Christmas
And I'll meet you by the mistletoe
myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
and take a look
'Cause under the covers one discovers
That the king may be a crook
Ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ru-ra-la, ta-ru-ra-lee, ta-ra-ta-ta
You'll find
goddamn long
You know I be stutterin' and shit
This took way too fuckin' long and shit
For me to get this done
But I'm so glad we got it done, man
Oh my
many have died
Then I'm willin' to
I'm willing to work, work
Angelica
Work, work
Eliza and Peggy
Look around, at how lucky we are to be alive
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
tracks
Ear to ear I can't have 'cause the fear my peers defamed rap
Now we
Gotta get back to the music
Gotta give back to the youth this product
me
Just worry 'bout you and maybe I do
Have a long day
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you
you ever see me again
Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout me
Just worry 'bout you and maybe I do
Have a long day
And it'll be a long time before
see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire be a be a millionaire
Girl I want you to give me what you got then give
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