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We you hear the beep-beep and skrrt-skrrt from the highway
Three million dollar pad, ten cars in the driveway
Open up yours eyes, babe, let me
co je let, co pád?
Ptáci nebem krouží
Nebe ve všech loužích
Chtěla jsem víc než dá se dát
Každej po tom touží
Láska je nebe v loužích
Příliš nahá, ale
night, fuck a decaf
You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe
If ya want safe-sex, baby use the knee pads
Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby give me
their letters (what they say?)
Told me long as I'm in jail the game won't get better, now that's special
Special enough to make me grab a pad and pen
Shout out to my baby my lady
Floating like a Lilly pad
She says she's sunshine
She said hold me by my waist
I said I'd put anything on those legs
finna die
AK-47 'round my arm like a shoulder pad
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney!
Ooh, huh?
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah
Woah
If I see you,
hurt, that tax, they tryna take like half
Y'all TSA, get your hand up out of my bag
Look, my dad, my dad, I still ain't call him back
My pad, my pad
no pad, not even iPod
Weh the freak deh? Addina Howard
Gyal, you see da mouth deh
It have a high standard
Addi a your daddy, come fi the tea bag
You no
on the dancefloor
Nine bloody dreamers on the dancefloor
I'll grab a pen and a pad baby now let's go
I'll grab a pen and a pad baby now let's go
Nine bloody
the pads, forget oblivion
Trinidad, Trinidad, double jab, left to the body
Light the pads, forget oblivion
(I'ma ride in a wave)
Don't be wilted, be my
won't get better now that's special
Special enough to make me want to grab a pad and pen
And jump on the mic and do it again (Do it again, do it again,
keep the Hancock
Gotta eat like Kyle Pat, not pad thai
Fuck with mine, fuck around
Be in your pad tied
You niggas livin' life with hallucogens
You livin'
you almost love
There's your color TV set and your impressive pad
There's your little baby girl you're almost glad you had
Such a pretty dress,
Prodigy
Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef
A backseat criminal who pass the heat
To somebody that blast the heat
Man it sound bad on the pad
almost love
There's your color TV set and your impressive pad
There's your little baby girl you're almost glad you had
Such a pretty dress, miss, such
But the rhymes keep fittin'
Respects been givin', how's ya livin?
Now I can't protect a pad off the defect
Check the record of reckon
An intentional
pad
But I don't know when to stop
I wake up and right away
A foul odor hits my nose
What's my sweat glands start to pour
I'll stink from my head down
gets started
The paper's riddled with little pellets
The pad's darted
Overflows over the limit, they can't guard it
I step off the cliff and blast off
entranced
Out of space like a bachelor pad
I tackle the pad,
My stroke evoke a Dracula rap
That's habit I gathered and figure
I've had it with rappers, you
Mr, Important, he's better than you
Index and quotient, he knows what to do
Socially impotent, he drinks with the lads
Mr. Important, in bachelor pads
pad's a canvas, filled with anthems
And words from the black panthers
To crack scramblers, to crack gamblers
To gat handlers, to cats in handcuffs
Doin'
Always Talkin Like They Bad
But In The Streets Tryna Hide Behind A Pen N Pad
But Its Ok
I Know Why You Gettin Mad
'cause you know I Gotta Lot Of Whatever
Always Talkin Like They Bad
But In The Streets Tryna Hide Behind A Pen N Pad
But Its Ok
I Know Why You Gettin Mad
'cause you know I Gotta Lot Of Whatever
Always Talkin Like They Bad
But In The Streets Tryna Hide Behind A Pen N Pad
But Its Ok
I Know Why You Gettin Mad
'cause you know I Gotta Lot Of Whatever
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