Lyrics:
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
Party-people!
Yeah,
Tag Team music, in full effect!
That's me, DC The Brain Supreme, and my man Steve Roll'n!
We're kickin the flow!
We're
ghetto
When you don't show up at court
For not paying your child support
Are you too bossier for me?
You act like you too good to eat
At Church's,
twice if your misses lookin' pretty
Well if you run wit your niggas, then I walk with my killas
Mo you will never have a winning hand, yeah as long
you need to get some bands, yeah
All you fronting about the cash in your hands, yeah
Monopoly money you got, boy you got me on a rant, yeah
Boy, shut
always wanna show at the end
Got they hands out for a lend
They just wanna call me twin
They don't wanna see me win
Can't call you niggas my kin
Y'all
aro
show your low wasit oh
Oh your low waist
Show me breast me I go feed you wicked you
Show me ass me I go fit do I no send you
Show your hands up
abundantly clear
If you ever needed proof
Don't worry, I'ma show you the truth
Life is hanging by a string
Ill tie the noose
Guess it makes me a nuisance
So
people in my head, I assume
I'm making hard judgements, I just wanna show the truth
Baby girl, when it's just me and you
The moonlight hit you just right
important
Listen baby, would I lie to you
Just to run my fingers through your pukes?
Don't talk to me that way!
I am not a groupie!
I never said that...
I'm
Party people
Yeah
Tag Team music in full effect
That's me, DC, the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Rollin
We're kicking the flow (we're kickin'
Party people
Yeah, Tag Team music in full effect
That's me, DC, the Brain Supreme
And my man Steve Rollin
We're kicking the flow (we're kickin'
the girl in the top five videos
By tomorrow this will be number one
In or way upside down on the pole
Pretty mama you know your dead wrong (Get jiggy gal)
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
For your Carolina brother
[Verse 1:]
Unexpected, that’s who I am
That’s what made me, all on gods hands
Compromise, Produce, mix, master my own tools
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
Slow grind better then no grinding
Easy to say harder to show don't tell me show bout it
It get spooky better know bout it
But I got hallows ween
the ass glass
I'm a Gorilla, call me Sasquach,
and I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H.
Light up the purp, pass it like Steve Nash
Bitch your so hot i give
On The Dance
I Know You Wrote That Lyric For Me And JME
So Don't Even Bother Explaining It
Your Guntalk, I'm Not Entertaining It
I Show Love But Your Not
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
sure when I show you love
You show love back the same
Uhh, got my shoes, got my hat, got my suit
And I'm ready to go now
Oh yeah
And me and my
high school but still
Can't pass your math exam
Now I'm bouta come back with that
Belt up in my hands boy talk back again
I'm not one of your little
me your flaws
Show me what makes you a person
Show me who you are
This is all that I play
By ear
This is all that I need
Right here
If it can be
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