Lyrics:
nigga too bad
You mad? I just take the game by storm and I grab it by the horns
You know this has been my plan since the day that I was born
Dawg you
goodie
You don't want no drug boy
He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant
Don't get too comfortable
You ain't gon be here too long
G's get locked up
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
deep
Miss you when I'm gone
House full of thots, new gyal every week
But I still miss you in that thong
Hidin' my face, can't show no love
Get too
a favor...
MORTICIAN: I can't.
CUSTOMER: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He
won't be long.
MORTICIAN: Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's --
San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't
as the bass go
Spitting 38 doe special
Pussy Ass Niggas got me twisted
Like a pretzel wait until I catch
You! Arms long like I'm Armstrong
I'll stretch you
Pennister's scandal
I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DJ pump it
March to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet
Great things satisfied great minds
You want me
You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon
Fuck on a bitch,
made "I Used to Love HER"
Used to love her and I still do
Lyrically I kill you dog I don't feel you
Your style is like mildew
Real old, I'm real cold,
or too much
We finally made it home
Thank ya lawd, we safe
Made love til we fell asleep
What a valorous day
my louis lances
For my mamma I'll leave a nigga past tense
Too much shit been going on that i been through, im into
Dont let it convince you
the Pennister's scandal
I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DeeJay pump it
March to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet
Great things satisfied great minds
You want me
gift wrap the sawed-off, the DeeJay pump it
March to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet
Great things satisfied great minds
You want me to paint scenes
feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this Earth
And (?) sleepless nights and long flights
And I don't like discussions unless it concerns
problems (ahh)
He know we too busy gettin commas
(Gettin commas)
Man they left me in jungle, got a buzz, Ali
And you know you ain't gon get no one on ones by
boy a threat to the paranoid
You try to step to this? it's void
A new hit from the grand man with nights like the sandman
Gain for awake in case I
99, premature young nigga barely made it by, I seen my brother Ken in blood
That shit made me cry
Young nigga been thru hella shit was born in 99
3 times in a row
They been sleep too long but the giant is woke
I done really invested all my time in this flow
I was young when I started been ready
the point? Lets go!
Ever since the second time that ink hit my skin
I’ve been waiting for the morning of that new day to begin
Too many of them nights been
Bank
Is Ben Frank
Call me Mr Benjamin
I go by Mr Get The Pot Right
I Been Whippin Up
I been Cooking All night
Put them bitches in a pot
I only like em if
This song tastes like gin
I'm listening to Louis Armstrong
And I'm driving through Angus
To see my friends
"It's been too long," they said
It's been
Pennister's scandal
I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DeeJay pump it
March to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet
Great things satisfied great minds
You want me
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