Lyrics:
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
sound like Philip Bailey
You rappers don't faze me with the rough talk
Boy, you better back up and pack up
Before I load the mack up
I swing with
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get
Wow!
Special request, Mr. Selector, by special request
From dusk till dawn
Right on command
Yeah
Nice up the lawn
Bumdidallylylylyly wow, huh!
I
and browns ain't living as well
All things ain't pink brah
The grass gets greener
Sub-Zero MK not arenas
Always against the greys says Mr Niggatina
With
here, boy, how about some ale?
Let me have another, laddie! (Tell me, are they flavorsome?)
Right away (they are)
Could we have some service over
sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Spade his buddy Archer
Kansas, they so outlandish
Up in Nebraska, I know whatcha after
Bubble baths and Budweiser, joy and laughter
A good ol' boy that's not tryin' to gas ya
to the right
Bop to the left
Bop to the right two times
Now hop, hop
Now hop, hop
Do the Charlie Brown then make yo' legs flop
I said do the Charlie Brown then
The homies say I'm the truest
The bitches think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch I do this
Now I
back of the cafeteria
Yo who be that boy in the zoot suit?
Hi Mrs. K, could you please send Hilroy to the office immediately please
He's in some pretty
here, boy, how about some ale?
Let me have another, laddie! (Tell me, are they flavorsome?)
Right away (they are)
Could we have some service over
Drip from my toe to my fingers
Counting the stacks young Mr. Pringle
Deep in my bag, Kristopher Kringle
Black young man is distinguished
Top of my class
pretty brown eyes
I know that you want me
Boy I know that you're thirsty
Pretty pretty brown eyes, don't apologize
Pretty pretty brown eyes, I look
(Just You and Me)
[Girl]
You're the one for me
[Mr. Capone-E]
That's right
This is Mr. Capone-E
Droppin dis song for all the lovers (baby when
(Just You and Me)
[Girl]
You're the one for me
[Mr. Capone-E]
That's right
This is Mr. Capone-E
Droppin dis song for all the lovers (baby when
a surprise
I'll be obliged if you slide where them Dirty boys hide
And I was hypnotized when a young playa saw (um,um)
Your pretty brown eyes
And I
facts)
Yeaaa...
Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks
up, took your Mrs and your man
I got her on the phone
Got married in the Lamb'
She talk behind ya' back
She said you was a corny nigga
Now you cropped
missing
Call me Mr Right and have a
Good night
Can you be my baby tonight
I wanna take a little ride
Get away from this mess and
Distress
Then maybe take
of your time
I'll do a dance, sing you a rhyme
And say, 'Hey mister, can you spare a dime?'
Take it on back to Georgia boys, yeah
Mr Worley
So if you're
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
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