Lyrics:
of roasted Dacron
And some french fried gabardine
His cloth goes shining on
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
of roasted Dacron
And some french fried gabardine
His cloth goes shining on
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
Glory, glory Harry Lewis
about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?)
With a mean street team outside posted up
Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh)
When I say street team, I
a call for war out from 40
Meetin' out in Beach Channel
With peeps from Hammels
Blunted niggas get roasted in they rides
Soak they tongues in Remy
Heat's
certain that this person a piranha
Man eater, Jeffrey Dahma
If a stray hit a stand and kill a fan that's Kitana
A rapper getting roasted in a room,
Roasted in passion and salty in voice?
No longer keeping a secret of your secret place
Why can't you give me some physical love?
Why can't you give me
is Cheese-it"
"Hi, I'm Al and I like honey roasted peanuts"
"Hi, I'm Lyle and I like Jellybeans"
"Hi, I'm Janine and I like microwaved chocolate
I want some honey roasted walnuts
Pepperoni slices, pasta and burritos
Different kinds of rices
Cherries dipped in chocolate, cottage cheese
changed angle
Let's tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus
A billion years B.C., originally black Jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My psychosis is I can't keep focus
Without doses of beautiful hostess
Is oh shit so thick roasted
I dosed it
I'm so sick with it
Roasted for they clothes
Or they emotions or they roaches
Bullied by they friends, or they mamas, or they coaches
Half size, chastised, dolls with glass
push a stroller
I’m whipping up the baking soda
Whipping up the baking soda
Hey, I said I whip it like roasted
Riding with a boss bitch
Skin color
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to
Lobster red, nothing said
When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four
Multiply by nine,
Give them Beaujolais by tap and cheap day trips to France
But you have never seen or smelt this ungodly death
It's like the stench of roasted lamb
in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped
you're gettin toasted
Better yet an oven
Because you're gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo
They souped you
You ain't dope, you
lonely hunter
Perfectly molded almost unfolded
Under the counter well, that is your nature
Drip grind or roasted, buttered or toasted
The greater
lonely hunter
Perfectly molded almost unfolded
Under the counter well, that is your nature
Drip grind or roasted, buttered or toasted
The greater
Red Sox- they're getting roasted that's for sure
Thank you sir, can I've another?
We've really grown to like each other
I like this beer,
lonely hunter
Perfectly molded almost unfolded
Under the counter well, that is your nature
Drip grind or roasted, buttered or toasted
The greater
And start to smell
Leave em' pot roasted toasted
Don't be no curtain so they got
To shit in the open
Peep they cars when they playing poker
The one with tight
that nigga self paid
thats your understatement
One time for Big Meech, Dre Beezy IP Dro Beezy
Got the drop top roasted it was baby blue
thats on tino
Spotlight so bright man, we all gon' have tans
Take this purchase like grams, Odd Future goes harder
Than sliced Thanksgiving honey roasted ham
Getting
I'm in the Cadillac, posted
Sweets lit and I'm roasted
Sippin' brown and I'm toasted
UGK for life and I boast it
We ain't tolerate no hoe shit, you
Hoes
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