Lyrics:
bara mala aw yea aw yea
(One big mob is)
Picaboo street in Timbuktu
Do I need repeat
That a boy named Sue
Rockin' to the beat of the kangaroo
ever rolled in a Lambo
My bitch dance on a stage named Lambo
Hundred round drum that’s ammo
BRRRRRRRT-PRSH something like Rambo
Dicks hit the door
Hit
that’s working very good
Got a driver named Wood-row
Opens the door, Sui - ci - dal
He holds the umbrella, I hops outta the back
And tell Rosa Parks it’s
with the lights on
Welcome to the motherfuckin' night show, oh
When I was young, my uncle named me Maestro, oh
I call Kaiser, call Atlantic, say this
on business
Met a woman there named Simone
She saw love in the eyes of the American guy
And she didn't like to be alone
But it's a cow town
It's a cow town
For
I feel nervous in a way that can't be named
I dreamt last night of a sign that read, "the end of love"
And I remember thinking
Even in my dreaming
old tune we used to do a lot,
Still really care for it.
The guys got it off off a guy named Moondog
In-a the streets of New York. T
and the bruises to prove it
Hard knocks
Hard knocks
I torn the streets
Hard knocks
Had a real good teacher named Mr. Life
Didn't teach no chemistry
But
play, make your way to the top
Shorty got the best head ever
I let you know I'm fucking with you, I'm fucking with you
I got a bitch named Superhead, she
a rebound back
(How you bounce back nigga, nigga do what?)
See I never came back in that black on black
Met man named George, straight drop, no whippin'
Lipstick, k-k-killa
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, this white chick Everlay, she smell Downy
Had her best friend named Jade, from Rockland County
Double
gas, then some girl named Janet called
Said it really pissed you off and you let it build a wall
Emotions tall, we're in the mall and some random girl
club with my big bro
Named Weezy F, and we do it the best
Already 60 racks and leave the floor messy
Young Money, homie, YMCMB
Got a brown tone for
Alright
Now everybody wanna know the truth about a nigga named Game
I come from the hub and every ghetto ain't the same
A lot of people already
brighter lights back home
Yeah, we got brighter lights
Back home there's a girl named Mary Lou
A diner off the highway with a corner booth
And every gravel
raised us
Nameless to the one who named us
Back to the place where it all began
I'm seeing heaven but I fear it's the end
Taught to have faith in God
ah, ah, ah, ah)
(y'all don't know but)
Let me tell ya
[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
I'm comin straight outta VA (oh)
A nigga named Timbo, growin up a nigga
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause you're lonely they have blamed you
For that
and White
A young soul named Lesra brought him back to life
It's amazing to a man what a book could do
And how certain books seem to look for you
This
creased
The Elroys, that's what we named the police
I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us
The ghost clears, we right back at it again
Man I keep my
Hey say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name's Willie McCoy
But down home folks call me Slim
I'm lookin' for the man
sipping on her Mystic
Whoa, it's the exquisite one named Mo, or short for Moses
I think I'll go back to counting my money now
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
Say
she coos em down
Fellers she can't get are fellers she ain't met
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her
Sweet Georgia brown
passed her by
They all seemed to know her name
They all called her by a different name
And one of them winked at me
Some guy named stan said you're
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