Lyrics:
of everybody there's sun
And laughter to be found
It seems that we're on holidays
And sleeping in is not a sin
All the housework's done by teatime
I'm
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
Here's the thing, yeah we started out friends
But this is not a Kelly Clarkson song and not how it ends
Everything I thought about you was lies
When I hop up on a mic, you know there is no competition
Up the blicky, point it at his face and shoot the opposition
Playing Call of Duty, black ops,
Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz
Kia boys
Bitch I always love rolling I don't see the Royce
Kelly Clarkson turn around I hear the voice
Bitch I'm not going to the army, but I am
Cyrus, I like Kelly Clarkson
You might think that we're totally different
I don't really think so maybe in a photo
I know that underneath
You just
a show
I feel degraded, purity obliterated
This is all I know and I really hate it
Mr. Minor are you listening? I know that you're a Christian
And got
they will know us by our love
It may not mean that much to him
But it's the world to them
Hey Mr. Lovewell
Doing today what you do every day
No
Mr. Brown, Mr. Blonde, Mr. O
Mr. Blue, Nice Guy, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blonde
Mr. White, Nice Guy Eddie, Eddie
Mr. Brown, It's a perfect storm
Mr. Pink,
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
John Lee's was rocking
The Imitators drove it home
Sun was dancing up a heatwave
For a while she was all
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
John Lee's was rocking
The Imitators drove it home
Sun was dancing up a heatwave
For a while she was all
To
I Don't Understand It When A Playa Bring His Girlfriend To Club
Freakin All On The Floor With His Girlfriend In The Club
And Wonder Why All These
done suffocate yeah
So please Mr Head of state
Na where all my people go fit celebrate again
Who no go know, no go know, no go know (Who no know no
ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it
ya'll
To all the players who made this possible
Thank you very much yeah, the check's in the mail
To Kelly Vargas for steppin' in there, makin' it
like this, girl
Drop it like this, drop it like this, girl
Called her black Zack Morris, so she saved by the bell
Rest in peace to this beat, I'm
your shoulder
Then she bring it back to daddy
Like you know I told her
Now we have access to your address
She's my fucking chauffeur
Whoa
Talking
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
Punch like I'm Goku
Probably see a fire ball or something
Can't tell you Kelly Clarkson
Swipe 'em all or nothing
Lil' bitch done sent a paragraph
gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from
Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to Diddy like “Sean, are you proud of me yet?”
Mouth open, can't throat it so he chokes on the head.
I'm just playing Kelly, you know I....
Can't stand you
spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils, dusted out
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