You got a platinum single, roll me your money I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch to beat my dick for me [Bizarre] Doin drive-bys in less than 2
more garbage than Shirley Manson You got a platinum single, roll me your money I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch to beat my dick for me [Bizarre] Doin drive
!) Ya whole style is undressin' Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section And got spotted, fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage Now ya like
Of You"] [Intro: Nas & (Ron Isley)] Good Morning, Yea (Yea, well, well Yea) [Verse 1: Nas] Good morning the same old jerks goin' to work Garbage man
the microwave After that, It was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin teachers, and jackin off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson
King, The King What, what, what are you? What are you? What are you stupid? The King, The King You know, you know, you know what I'm saying Driving
the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't run Your style is more garbage
Any of your actions has it's own repercussions The car you drive, the food you eat, the garbage you throw on the street The consequences of your selfish
You"] [Intro: Nas & (Ron Isley)] Good Morning, Yea (Yea, well, well Yea) [Verse 1: Nas] Good morning the same old jerks goin' to work Garbage man pick
care what you say nigga, you're a nigga lover The relative radiance of the rhyme makes it shine Increase the star wattage with longer cycle time How's my driving
cop K's So my block made heavy money My weed fluffy, and got read hair like Peggy Bundy I got 20's, come cop from the house Cause the green, you got garbage
came running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the
slick walking talking rhyming dictionary Give me a mob Let me champ one Steadily handsome Black and like temper tantrums Spitting like automatic handguns Can't run Your style is more garbage
the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change And it feels like the garbage
garter Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER I introduced myself to gain yardage Cuz anything less then smooth, would of been straight up garbage