Lyrics:
a Coke
And you have to stay quiet 'til my debt is satisfied
Yeah I loved her, but not enough to change my number
Cat's Cradle
I'm unable to see this night
not
Petting a cat and a duck, mm
Swinging a bat, swing a bat
With a bat, mm, yo bro yoyo
Up and down like a toaster
I cook my chicken and roast it, mm
Shift the atmosphere in the room
Do whatever you need to do
I need to feel it
From 9 to 9
Is not enough time
To try and comply
More like
A blink of in
third, I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet lookin' like he in the game and must be winning
To room four-nine-O
of equipment
An ordinary phonograph needle
A 4 inch speaker
And a 38 calibur revolver
Naturally the record is long played
Even though you may not be
So why don't
Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe
I'm talking bout the one from L.A.
Lil bad bitch I met in the mall wit the big ass
(Oh, oh,
A lot of cats put down grass man
Like uh, uhh.. because they say things about it
Like it makes you, lose your memory and all that
Well I just want
room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in your static
thoughts
But you can't chop my trunk to chunks when I'm an elephant in the room
I'm bringing up the conversations that need to be brought
I'm not going to be
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
place I could swing a cat
And not even hit a soul
It's just the lonely vacuum of human black holes
And I'm as dry as these thirsty trees
With big
I'm sick of the cappin
Yea I had enough
Zero tolerance
For the shit
They make up
Im one them guys
Really doing
That stuff
Bound to find out
If yo ass
heart's got enough room for a lover or three
Criminal dancer with a knack for love
I think you're the one that I've been dreaming of
So take a walk
the bat
Oh that bot right there pussy yeah I know he's a cat
I do not need no K and I don't need no mac
And lil Josh that's buzzo push he gone slatt
Who do
don't have little kitty cat tails
That's gross
Purr purr purr purr purr
You might think I'm insane
I'm not
La la la
Sometimes when you don't have
enough
ghetto struck, layin in the cut
with the metal mack 11, what
no cup, sippin amaretto 7-up
the wet life, shit is liquid
my wife trippin' my whole
just wanna know
I ask for room to breath now you wanna leave
I just wanted us grow
We fuss and fight like cat and dog
Over petty shit, who’s right
more.
Bending back and then more just to get in your way
when there's not enough room
for even me on your plate?
Bending back and then more just to get
this game and I know not from college
Eyes open, focus, scoping out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters close 'cause they worse than dope fiends
I hope
Shadow you are in your mom's living room Not much for me but there's none left for you You are so young yet your body so worn
No longer cat
to taste me
I make the punk motherfuckers buckle up for safety
And on the dope they caught from the flash
And swing like a bit when he's caught in
it inside and I laugh on my own
Got all the tea and I'm hottin' it up
I need a shade mansion, a room's not enough
You're droppin' some shit but that
I'm the top notch protein on the plate no pork
Gotta have cheat codes if you wanna keep up
Snatch every boost in the level and it's still not enough
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
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