Lyrics:
to face, a fixed gaze
Smiling voracious fish are heading your way
No Way! No Way!
You're screaming, telling us what has been done
It should never be too
Fish Papi
Lobster Coop
Lobster Coop
That bit that bitch artistic as a motherfucker too lobster coop
Alright let's go
Bills stacked up I was dodging
I'll be your chef
For this time pierre gagnaire is me
I can cook you anything
Oh my god I missed my recipe
But it's okay cuz we are odd crew
Man's
mother would try to feed her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike would calmly remove the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal which she would
ownership it be the key
And in the land of gods and demons
Just be careful what you seek
Confine myself to corner
Big Fish
Small Pond
Tryna switch the Sees
My
glory, living notorious
Eat a little fish, a little chicken
Go gym, nigga living like warrior
Feeling like Morpheus, I gotta make a nigga forfeit his
need another plate before I peel out
This that mmh Mac and Yams love
Fried fish and grits I like em thick something like Kash Doll
Duck off and roll up
an illness
I got em coughing and wheezing yeah they gon choke when they hear it
They can't even talk you forgetting
I beat up all the odds against me yeah I
thinking odd couple style situation, right
You got two kind of opposites that don't go together
But they're living together in this apartment in San Diego
Remember that one time we put our fish in the fridge?
How could I forget?
And that time we ate bananas skin and all?
Bro you're making me hungry now, just
Concerned for me, she held me,
And I laugh at those tears for a while.
the next day, I was still dead and she had joined me.
How odd as I recall
One jumped and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man holding
Those late John Garfield blues
An old man sleeps with his conscience at night
And wish and fish for a style, here's a fishing rod
These rhymes are hitting hard, constantly I'm getting large
Inediblely, I readily kick a sprew
you want for breakfast?
He said a calculator and a chess set
Blackballed, got a regular job
Wear a sweater in the summer, gotta weather the odds
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
ain't gotta stand up with a hundred odd man (nope)
Even though I can (yah)
Gotta be a one-man band
On the road I rise my own hand
Grime, boy better
bargain with fish, which are still in the water.
A love of the camera; a stomach for slaughter.
Fresh from the front: our favourite reporter.
The risks
We like to fish and hunt, ain't scared of a fight,
Love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right,
Got four-wheel drives, some got mud on 'em,
One jumped and screamed you lose
And just left the odd man holding
Those late John Garfield blues
An old man sleeps with his conscience at night
with the big pool (woo)
Rockin' my big jewels, I came up makin' fish move (ah, whip that shit up, nigga)
Don't call my phone if you ain't buyin' ten
bein' country til the day I'm dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads
Bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread
We like to fish
the scene
Everybody gone, only took a minute
I had the nina Glock
And held 9 to pop, I got 9
To drop, around 9 o’clock, uh, nigga
Yeah, like the odds
Steal
keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
Niggaz is ass (let's get it
tell them boys
There ain't no fish in there
Cause what they don't know
Just might be a blessin'
Don't get 'em second guessin'
Let 'em dream
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