Lyrics:
Nigga, I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
I was posted in that tip and my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush in my Sean
Lay, Lady, Lay
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you
I gotta do it, I gotta snap, I gotta snap
I gotta do it
I gotta snap
Big .38, watch it sag in the pants
HOW CAN I dance with these bands on my lap?
funny
My name is Black Thought and I'm 'bout to make money
Cut the flamethrower back, taking things over dundee
Dance on yo' ass like the Brass monkey
I stay glad, solely cause they stay mad
Cause they can't do the stuff that me and Cam can
Man, when they in person they mouths stay shut just like
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
auto-matos, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flow's
Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
let me float, let me float
Yo I just care about your bands
They see me rolling out
Couldn't care less, I'm smoking loud
Been pouring out
My drink in
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
chemical (let's do it)
It's logical Habitual (can we do it?)
It's sensual But most of all.....
Sex is something that we should do
Sex is something for me
that
The bottom of my heart's where it rests at
Bet that if I didn't then I sat back, reflected
All of my thoughts projected
Things that I shouldn't
lotta others
That brass band blew my mind
When I joined in the second line
I felt the power of the gris-gris
Got my soul saved by the backbeat
I
Mad
Eye can't believe that she's getting Moody
Let me drink this real quick talk slick
Now she dancing with the booty
Selling to all the kids in school
Yeah
Blast my voice so loud singing a good song
Why do I have so much talent it's been so long
I got the music in my soul can't let that thing go
ain't mean to
Diamonds dancin' on me and she dancin' on the pole
So I guess we both do the same thing too
She don't dance but she dance for me
She
goat shit)
Opps gettin' blasted by my M4 (Brrr)
Swervin' in that Benz
Bad bitch toppin' me (Gah Damn! Yeah)
Drive by broad day (Baw baw baw)
Opps can't
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
the monetary. Don't get Stuck there. Hear me out 500 bands, I need 500 bands, man. Listen 500 bands, 500 bands In a box. Let me know what you got
Anytime I have
yo' stomach and a knife in my hand, boy
Loading up the drum, let it bang, ain't no band, boy
Sleeping with the fishes, favorite meal is the sand, boy
years off
Upon my return, hey I'mma still flaw
Even harder though, so let the robber know
Haters do ya thing I'mma shine regardless though
When you
The band fall silent fearing for their lives
And with fear in my guts like tangled twine
'Cause all I got is brass knuckles and a bolo knife
And mad John
his pride
I said I wasn't going far
And I let him carry my guitar.
Then along come a mermaid, said "Come sing me a song,
And I'll stop the band
wheel
Just be sure what you want to steal
Some people do it by the book
But I prefer to go by feel
Tell me
I wanted to get out of here
But every
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