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night Mm you actin' like you can't call me no more 'cause you busy and all that But you trying to tell me it wasn't good? That shit is real fucked up what
I'm the capitol P From the S-A-C City of the THC type of trees Blowin' smoke out Sucka's they choke out Cause they got no clout So they just broke
“MR. HANDSOME” (WRITTEN BY R.O.M.A.N.” (INTRO) Mr. Handsome back, Mr. Handsome back, Mr. Handsome back Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (CHORUS)
away from my smoke of horror An hour, is all I need to have you in my power A flower, one rose, no one knows how it goes Full of holes the stage is
High Tides and Mai Tais I'm coming, I'm going Don't fake the funk cuz I'm already knowing Do as you please No I'm never controlling She wiped off her
I ain't trying to be no D-boy I love music, I'm a b-boy Are you the undercover or the decoy I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy A pit with no muzzle,
trust no bitch Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say shit It's hotter on the block than it is in the kitchen And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm
Emade reformy Nic na pokaz mamy bomby jak seks Gdyby bit był dziewczyną byś się modlił by ją mieć Wiem opętany mamy umysł dźwiękiem Zapewniamy jak
gettin' busy down in N-O Gangsta's, get respect from me And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me That's on the C, DPG will never break up There's
woman and man God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique It
then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress unit Not so, no there's no sellout You ain't got enough
then you get shot up See, violators will be prosecuted By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress unit Not so, no there's no sellout You ain't got enough
bread" So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away If you felt you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty
The funk is in the air (yo) you might suffocate If you don't strap on your mack on and watch I articulate We don't shake hands with cops (yo) we don't
and during the show Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do' So suck my dick on the couch if
slip (yeah) 'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
hurt if you come from out of town But down by lord that's word Fantastic Show stoppin emcees Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket But
down by the Underground I drink up all the Hennessey ya got on ya shelf So just let me introduce myself My name is Humpty, pronounced with a Umpty
insane but fully aware of everything I'm frightened All my senses are heightened astronomically more sensitized no longer desensitized deceived by lies
fifty deep But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves You know who I'm talkin' about (You know who I'm talkin' about) That's right, you
fuckin fifty deep But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves You know who I'm talkin about (You know who I'm talkin about) that's right You ain't
track But I ain't come here, my nigga, for no sorrow, no wounds But I'ma stay bumpin' 'til I bump by head on my tool For real Niggas wanna blame us
off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor) Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed
need no jewels in my crown. Cause all you women is low down gamblers, Cheatin' like I don't know how, But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk
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