flow format While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose Fuck around, lay around and get
Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banga you gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea) Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and
[Kool Keith: talking] Yeah All you ladies walkin around in the club With them fake engagement rings on Acting like you married The Captain is here We
, yeah.. Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Haters come around from downtown I get surround sound - I get big! Haters come around
in car garages Cadillac spin, open magazines, vibe again You're jealous stare lickin, paws like you're rin-tin-tin I'm back again, I stop your programs like gentle ben
C'mon, now I ain't fin' to get soft or trick off Blindfold yourself, spin around and get lost I put my dick all around your mouth like lip gloss Girl
a new queen Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye CHORUS: We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start
other day and ran away from the mental hospital Lately she's becoming just a little bit impossible Kathy isn't right today She used to be so pleasant to have around
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans And all this for the fans, girls
of Lambert's Cove There is a sail out in the sun And I'm on board though very small I've come home to stop yearning Burn off the haze around the shore Turn
see leaving you behind You?re the one for me You?re the one for me You?re the only one I need Only one that I want to see But you turn me around, now
through it 'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben [Muder Mase -
yeah you guessed it we got shystie in a hot seat To be quiet honest I'm like sick to death with you All these kids running around idolising you from
, I still do that same old shit I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap 'em, turn around
takin shoes he threw up a gang sign I turned my back didnt pay em no mind he threw it up another time and when I looked around again I
cannot see my brains layin On the ground I keep my 9 on my waistline Chop 'em down Picks up the shells to leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt
cannot see my brains layin On the ground I keep my 9 on my waistline Chop 'em down Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt
is there. Man in a wheelchair listens to the chatter, Writes down all the insane crap he hears. He can't move around, but it doesn't really matter