Lyrics:
posse's on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe
at the store
I know a thousand mothafuckin' niggas in the city
Say T.I.P. 'bout you, shawty anybody get it
So 'fore you get robbed, get trapped by 80
Just know
Bitch we the American Beatles
Lucy in the sky I'm too fly like a seagull
Run up on me by you gon die to my deagel
They gon watch like a movie take
Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists
(Your code name) Doc
What's your name? (Hot Nicks)
(Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin'
explain what it means
It's the energy that you feel when my posse's on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into
by him she stops and stares
The got love bigger than the Beatles
Wild and free like a Rolling Stone
They gotta love takes 'em higher than the Eagles
exercising the mind
It’s brain strength training
My motto is live by the bottle
So why is my supply low? Bring
In a truckload with a high-low
My name is
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
plastic
Took the loot that she had stashed in her panty elastic
She got from out my denim, little venom was fast, kid
Try to swindle a nigga by giving me
on the scene
Well, it's not that we're rowdy, rude, raunchy or loud
But a match into nitro is like my crew into a crowd
I'ma take a minute or maybe I'll take two
and tanks the worlds best surgeons
Plus robes made with swede and knitted by virgins,
First breath of the day could be my last so I flash
Give my niggas
let me know and I'll be fine
I wish that I could operate without you by my side
The liquid Beatles from Tokyo, they chase me back home
And when
I see
Hey Big Spender spend, a little time with me
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy
Like let me see your peen
me
Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut
Raging bull [?] Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death rose [?] through lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in sections
Clean cut butcher knives
X
about Strummer and Jones
Saturday punks
Word spitting drunk
Predictable moans about the Beatles and Stones
He's got the girl
He keeps her down by
if you cross me
Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy
Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection
Execute him and chop up his body in
Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again
I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans
Now don't get it fucked up
Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then
John and I are both deeply inspired
By the music of the 1960s
We stand in the shadow of
Timeless and monumental artists like
The Beatles and Stevie
I remember those sunny days
Baseball in the Park
Swim and watch the girls walk by
Kick the Can till dark
Saddle shoes and eyes of blue
Sally runs
my first solo
Collo Drolo, sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah, and I'm cold, bitch, please try to keep the door
amazed by your cigarette sunshine
Got me on cloud 9
Won't leave you alone till you're all mine
I'll take that slow drag
Breathe in the fumes from your
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