Lyrics:
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
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Death Don't Have No Mercy
Gary Davis with additional lyrics by Andrew M. Cohen & William Lee Ellis
Downtown DLJ Songs LLC OBO Budde Music Inc.
the intro not talkin' bout shit
She popped a pill, I popped a pill
Ridin' 180 I got my steel I can't get killed
I'ma drive it like a race car hand onna'
still continue to disrespect
The thing I'm talkin' about is an essence
A foreign fragrance with a presence
That you can't see with the naked eye
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
by bitches (four of 'em)
I'm lookin' like William but they ain't my girlfriends (nah)
Bruh, I'ma spin on your block back to back
When they finish it
breakfast 'fire the sunrise
mother fucker!
I bathe with the most wicked of witches
I'm Charles Lee Ray with no stitches
Dripping in sin
I do not ponder
or even like this song
But I'm just speakin MY truth, cause I heard it sets you free
And my conversation's with God, even though he speaks through me
I'm
you the candle whip
Sorta like Kyle Williams out in candlestick
Everybody shouldn’t grab the hammer by the grip, shit!
Billy Cundiff couldn’t handle
called it Helga
Codeine by the lean-a, pounds of gasoline-a, and Griselda
Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red
have a kid wit me
Run up talkin tough
Imma shoot 'em in the kid-en-y
When you get the money
It's gonna bring you Hella enemies
Fore I had some money
All
em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist
on 'em yeah, homie
I'm still talkin' that whoop-de-whoop
Hoppin' out on my enemies
I know who to shoot
Back when my homies where I need to be
Such
I'm gone
Actin' like a nigga died, girl I gotta make a song
Beethoven with the classics, Zaytoven of the Magic
City I'm talkin' Danger, I'm the one
Quinn
I'm with Glaive
Talkin' bout some real red, red, okay
That's all they gonna fuckin' see
When I hit 'em with that beam
Then I throw 'em in the stream
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
like Michigan
Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
Rather run
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
If I shed a tear on this song
Would you judge me
It'd be stupid to think
That everybody loves me
So I'll just rather cherish all the memories
Not
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
Yuh, knahmtalkinbout
We over here in the Gridiron, three in the mornin'
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down befo' us
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
gotta place, you should go to Sam's
You ain't gotta band hit up will.i.am
And I won't forget
They encourage people over there to eat by
Scream it sing it
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