Lyrics:
way, Hey!
I'm lickin down you darlin'
In every single way, Hey!
Your funny flow is foreign
And a green card's on the way!
This ain't got shit
you got to go
Just thought you should know
Cowboy bebop on the tv
It was perfect to me
He kind of looks like Woody from Toy Story
You know if this was
my sadness
So nobody sees
Nobody sees
Nobody sees me
Nobody sees
Nothing, not my skin
Keeps out from in
I came out of this world
Not into
I said, it’s still discerning Herman
I might die for you, baby
Them hips so persuasive
Swaying in conversations
I been out here on the ocean
Like
not think bad thoughts
What is this world coming to?
Both sides are right
But both sides murder
I give up
Why can't they?
I must not think bad
not think bad thoughts
What is this world coming to?
Both sides are right
But both sides murder
I give up
Why can't they?
I must not think bad
Fresh Orange juice know what I mean
Hopping out the big boys, player shit nigga
Verse 2 (Larry June)
I'm trying to make it out, but this shit getting
I am vaping, I'm at cloud comps
This is my house, built by bricks of accolades
I keep my shit together while these other dudes dilapidate
Lou Rawls!
Peace to this one and that one and them
That way I shout out and I didn't miss one friend
Fools get foolish neither them or Parker Lewis
I will be by your side
Whenever you need me, it's alright
Oh baby, it's so crazy
I love you, no need to say goodbye
We can stop this world war
before leaving
Lesbians keep pussy eatin
Pee wee Herman keep theater beatin
Black and white stand in agreement
So the whole world can see the reason
Tis
They not gon' tell you the shit that I've been through
Niggas that hated on me as some peons
Run out of ink, feather lit from their candle
They don't
and turns and turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
It's gon' be goin' round
(This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle)
on (world wide mob figgaz)
This shit is on, it's gettin' crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggas? Here you are (world wide mob figgaz)
We got homies
on (world wide mob figgaz)
This shit is on, it's gettin' crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggas? Here you are (world wide mob figgaz)
We got homies
herman in this shit
Flick the ash from the spliff to light up your whole shit
Rape-machine rappers so atrocious
In the summertime one time fucked a hoe
boots
And my old straw hat in hand
Singing a song by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land, it ain?t my land
I?m a workin? man
With nowhere to go
The girls were pretty fuckable
Too by the time
Everybody arrived I had to do a woody
Check people seemed to be in such a good
Mood i think the margaritas had
you was Herman Moore Cause we don't remember you no more
Some things you can't afford All this Dior I gotta sport
I dropped the wood, I'm paranoid But
but I'm a perfectionist like the guy working on Woody's boot, tear, and eye
Yeah, then put em in a glass case
Put in a place everybody walk by everyday
Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's
What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
Or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
And the nerds took our tests and they
losing this world we love and it looks like the sin that won't end,
So I'm reaching high up above, Lord let your blessings begin
And let's change
peace,
let's hope for peace.
Oh, John -
peace.
Good morning meine damen und herren, this is the peace call.
John: what we're really doing is sending out
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