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I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there, man who ain't up on this down south shit. Love at all that i might never have a love at all. From The Front To The BackAlf The Explicit.
It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'. With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack. Who gives a hang, babe? How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating. When I say "Jeremy Chatzky", you say "hell yeah! " Now she's back on the front page. If y'know like I know, you wouldn't try it (try it). Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on). Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact. And if ya, fuckin' Nobody, ya still a virgin. Got to the corner, hit the switch and made it jump.
There once was a fella Who was tearing on rock-n-roll He couldn't get together He didn't have no kind of soul Office put me on the case And I tracked them down right away Now he's a DJ in a radio show And we can bet everybody knows. She's alone, she's tired and in no way sober. I've got nothing to add to that. ) Doing this ting lil' bitch I be killin' this shit. To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n'. Let's hear it, boys, let's hear it. No rapper can even see as clear as me. To keep up with the same pace looking boy. Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got. I'm a Cuban who's gotta go broke. Innovative and I'm made of rubber. Next time, the girl will cling to me. Daily routine, my shit is plush.
I got a '64 Chevy in my yard. I'm not playing with you, don't be angry with me. Let me know when it occurs to you. This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop. One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine. In the song, the narrator (Fogerty, let's say) has just gotten home from Illinois. My flow ain't perfect yet, but no rapper come as near as me. Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking mean. You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though.
No matter where I go they say my tire's the glow. But here i am, amazed to find. A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard. Comin' down creepin' slow, sippin' on a poor fo'. Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch. And do what the fuck ya been waiting. Like perfect lovers we'll be. I'll never go back where i was before.
I Found You Broken, And I Lost My Need For Sleep. A sort of wild-minded tune as the singer sits agape and tripping, looking at the loopy world from his doorway. So many Chevys you would think we're in the 60's. Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated. Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky. Get it right visually, Come back so viciously. Writer/s: Antoinette Colandreo, Benito Benites, John Virgo Garrett III. Chorus: Sample + Pimp C].
He listens to Bakersfield musician Buck Owens as a number of things pass in front of his eyes: happy creatures, dinosaur Victrola, a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearing high heels. Yellow-bone in my lap, and she shakin' them thighs (shakin' them thighs). I got them sixteen switches like Dre. I got a laptop in my back pocket. Last Update: June, 10th 2013.