get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty,
it ends the same If your brain is lame, remember the name When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain Dangerous Music on the microphone Makes you wanna break your hip bone
it ends The same If ya brains is lame remember the name When it's Too $hort baby ain't Nothing plain Dangerous Music on the microphone Makes ya wanna break ya hip Bone
up to his crib in the complete other alley How come this motherfucker hadn't learned yet That was some fucked up ass shit, it was funny though It was funny
fuck pimps ballas shot callas All of us gots to get our money on Oakland be's no joke it ain't no muthafuckin' funny bone Sky out to your honey comb
hands to go see punk rock bands She's always in the stands, she's nubs She can't pick up a phone, she can't get dressed alone She's got no funny bone
probably drain all your spinal fluid And spinal fluid is final, you won't get it back So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet
try hard, But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath, I pray to God that the woman that I left at home, All alone, Ain't nothin'like tryin' to bone,over
four so I can catch my breath Now who's this after five minutes of bein there I met this motherfucker named the Fresh Prince of Bel Air Yeah this nigga was funny
your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer, and beat yer ass legally I get you blunted off of funny
friends A day of reflection hits You're a shell, skin and bones, counting costs Is it worth your soul? A day of reflection hits It's funny how times
a girl like you Well I took a piss at fortune's sweet kiss It's like eatin' caviar and dirt And it's a sad funny ending to find yourself pretending
she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone
Dorrough, it's ys boy Diddy It's big nigga talk right here motherfucker Come on check this out, go Who the fuck talking money, ha, ha, ha, funny I got
the lean, butter bean brown ham hock I got the joke in the chamber and the gun's cocked It's time to pull out my funny bone and get ready for the fun
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