Lyrics:
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
But you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm
girl the other day,
Ah-ha
And the wind was blowin' real hard,
Is that right?
And the wind blew her hair into my face,
Ah-ha,
You know what else
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
that be rappin'
And who the fuck that be slackin'
And they ain't ever gonna tell me
What I can or can't be
This shit be really simply
What my man Kelce
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
my left hand on the Bible, raise my right one up
And repeat after me
I'm about to swear to you
That this song is what's up
And I'll do it to these
around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice
slumped in the back of a wagon
I'm waving my gun around like its a flag
Woo
I'm Ric Flair
Gold chains and that big hair
Rollin down the ave know you mad
on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
your dad (ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask your mom (that's right)
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will)
So kids,
still
And when I shoot my shot, I'm gonna shoot to kill
'Cause I'm the Spoonie-Spoon, I don't mess around
I drop a man where he stand right into
gonna shoot to kill
Cause I'm the Spoonie-spoon, I don't mess around
I drop a man where he stand right into the ground
You say from africa to france,
where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park
The 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man,
She helped me run
Rehearsing for the show, for the part I play it
And no I'm not your mom, but before you say shit
I'm coming for those covers, gonna wash an iron it
Jack
losing his voice and no...(activator
spraying sound)
To make my hair look moist
Just a sack of pommel that I got from John Dale
'cause this is how
all my damn life
I’m gonna turn into that damn Asian
Right? The one you know I’m talking about
I shouldn’t have to tell you ‘cause we saw
The news like
big so I leave it out
Get spot by a cop mans Leaking out
Switch this ting to a t mobile
Km oh my I'm a g round south
When I'm in a bando Ot no loud
Corn
is always gonna be a black thing
Ya know what im saying there's some white brothas that's doing it out there
But the soul of this game ya undastand is
pretty good)
Ayy man, I got a gang of that shit, man
I'll tell you what
My man on the guitar
Ayy, fool on the drums
Ayy, everybody just crowd around
south with
a swisher sweet hanging out my mouth and sporting a ten gallon
cowboy hat but after I tap it, man, fuck that bitch. I'm from the big city
and I
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
pretty good)
Ayy man, I got a gang of that shit, man
I'll tell you what
My man on the guitar
Ayy, fool on the drums
Ayy, everybody just crowd around
of that "Kill Bill"
Ten Mil motherfucker I'm still trill
Can't party with the women that like it dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird
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