Lyrics:
duct-taping his daughter
That's the taping they taught us
In addition add the eight and the quarters get it
In addition Ma, yeah you get it dog
Gets it
(I ain't doin' that shit)
You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
I know, but I am..
I have to show niggas, word g, I have
[Mr. Roam]
Uhh, uhh, Yo, uhh uhh
You burn like the 7 Year Itch, livin' up in the mix
Silly rabbit is for Trix (uhh right)
I spit games for kicks (yeah)
I
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
spoil rappers rotten like my only offspring
Being His excellency gets to be exhausting
You in the residency of the one they call
King Dada, Ali Baba,
Indians don't get shit but
Thanksgiving and some yams, like
Here, here's a few casinos, huhh, sorry we took all your land, huhh
Well, let's just move on,
out our biz
We don't know you bitches from Adam
You my lil woe, more like my bro
Stuck by my side, I kept you close
When we was young we swapped our
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
get to it
Trippin' to the bass ya know it makes me want to do it
With the ladies of lust that you'll never forget
Keep on pumpin' to the rhythm
high like Toni Braxton
Wanna get to know you better while we be relaxing
First let me get into your head before you get into my bed
Mind sex, no rush,
myself (Woah)
Run the world economy off Beans and Rice what else
Plans to blast off, need to mine this asteroid belt (Belt)
It's the $avg Jay, you know
My bitch bad, she light skin, her eyes slant like she Japanese
Young King like I'm 23, young goat like I'm 23
Like Sam Jones and Bill Russell, I got
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Nigga get your rank
Turnt like the old skating rank
Yeah yeah
You said you'd ride for me
Girl you really lied to me
I don't really know
Yeah yeah
style focus
Be realistic now - I know you're feeling kinda hopeless
I know I'm not the dopest, but I'll take you little jokers by the throat
And feed you
Yung rich nation
You know we international
We put a whole lot of work in
And it paid off
I put my bitches to work
I put my pistol to work
I put my
life like that
You shoulda got down with my crew
Slingin' cracks international
But instead, you wanna merge with the rivals
And moves like that could end
PERSONAL
Lyrics by : Franklin Mcniel, Alexis Santiago
Gotta say it now or just forget it
You’ll never meet somebody that gonna love you like i did
Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!
Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks
Of fashion and flair
Have Bob and Danny Zarem (22) fly down
The older set'll need a pet
So who do you get well Danny has a granny
(23) who's the talk
out fast
You won't last
Livin' out your life like that
You shoulda got down with my crew
Slingin' cracks international
But instead, you wanna merge with
its like to be a, a superstar in the spotlight
And and, everybody is lookin' at you and everybody's
You know, scrutinizing you and they got their lil
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