Whats his name gimme the doo hickey
Smaller frame was close to 250
The game needs a new missy
Said dang when scarlett sued disney
Posed to share game im too stingy
It used to cost
Ten dollars like
Chumbawumba and dishwalla
2001 one summer
Vince carter
Grandpa was a number runner
You damn right im underground
One in a long line of brown hustlers
Very comfortable around smugglers
I dont know whats in that duffle bag
Dont ask dont tell nothing
Middle finger on the you can go to hell button
I fell down my snail shell's punctured
Shoulders down well hunkered
Cast a spell so i fail upward
Blow the steam off me
My supervisor's mean bossy
She made me sing like gene autry
Hey yo hey yo,
When i say so ready set lets go,
Man like me make it hot like trinidad & tobago,
If you do not tink so say then bwoy check the halo,
My circumference, round like a bagel,
Good for your belly so go check your dietitian,
To the beatbox, listen, listen,
Don't trust the science fiction or you'll be trapped in the valley,
With the super vixen, its pure hedonism,
Dem a teach to the yout, crash bandicoot,
Them a spin round, spin round, and dem ah lose all dem...
Oioi saveloy, don't mess with me or my boy,
You've been having too much soy, heavy metal, alloy,
Barium, aluminum in your rainwater, of your metropolitan,
Proper tasting un-pucker,
Uppercut screwface pussies looking butter,
Steering committee wildin' out when they're on the rudder
Run it
Coast
Gun it
Post
Sung it
Float
Holding in heart
Busting at seems
Run it
Post
Gun it
Coast
Sung it
Float
Finding out what my identity means
At the same time
Me and you run on the same line
Birds on a wire
Feet dangling
Sanging and aiming
We get out the same mine
Reach in the dark with our limbs
Whatever happens nigga
Do not get pinned
Every knew night, our story begins
The corner where kids know how to hold candles
Just to block out all the winds
Niggas keeping ghost locked up in they pendant
At this point
Everyone up in the room, could finish off my sentence
That's love
Light pierce through window
Really starts to gleam
On a youngin, watching block
Who still got faith in all his dreams
On the corner
Crates hold weight
They moving so discrete
You chose to left up out the door
Now you balance love and concrete
Where grandma used to push a rocking chair with both her feet
Til she saw a demon, holding head
Walking down the street
On the