with a mami gettin' head rest And howl at the glowing moon, roof as proof that I'm not dead yet And y'all can all give me the Hummer, 'cause in the meantime
how to act Whether shooting joints or wax I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap You
long time This is the time It's been a long time Says Wu-Tang had the chance to shine It's been a long time It's been a long time It's been a long time
wanna watch that TV all goddamn night I'd be in bed with the radio on I would listen to it all night long Just to hear my favorite song You'd have to
things happen at the drop of a dime Some things never happen at all, and yes y?all (Summa the time) I?m hitting your face like the breeze (Summa the
can rock the rap Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that Uhh, black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
song sipping whiskey out the bottle not thinking bout tommorow singing sweet old alabama all summer long x2 catching walle from the dock watching the waves roll of the rocks
this summer, so stop askin All heat like Wall Street, your stock crashin Now the Feds want to read his rights Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ, I got passion I'm black and all
on the line twice I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit See the difference is I'm real and you not, kid I still
looked like R Crumb drew em. They grew em in the royal dirt of Suffolk County?s flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms. Long
a kid walkin' on this earth And yes I rock the microphone for what it's worth And for what it's worth we're all one in the same Got a little horny devil
well, they all ass. Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash. And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep You're beat by a long
all week only to go out on the weekend, And watch the Quarterback get all the girls so, He formed a band man Now' he gets all the girls, A few years
summer so stop askin All heat like wall street ya stock crashin Now the fed wanna read his rights Lord have mercy Jesus Christ I got passion Im blackin all
Dear Summer, Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you, you already, yeah, come on Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's I be coming for your