one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger
how are ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your name (uh) And your number And I'll get back to you. Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending
Douse the lights! We sure are in for a show tonight Just stay where I can see you Douse the lights! We sure are in for a show tonight Stay where I
hurt you bitch But I will, so find a way to cop my shit quick Before I find you first, and beat 'cha fat ass wit a stick Go on Carson Daily's show and
be dead? Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils To gallants, hit 'em if we go to bustin' at y'all niggas daily Wall-to-wall, Hawkins
don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas is the home of the playas and pimps Showin
naw-naw I'ma need two So I can show these bitch niggaz, what a gangsta can do (All I need is two mics), naw-naw I'ma need three So I can show these bitch
band plays I see the dollar sign in your eyes But guess what Mr. Parasite we can see through all of your lies I'm rocking mic stands daily, I'm merely
deception. Words are banded about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer. Actionless sloganeering is just another Punch and Judy show. * Any information
, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you ain't too shy to do them freaky things I ain't gotta put a band on your finger
Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on. When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily
Douse the lights We sure are in for a show tonight Just stay where I can see you Douse the lights We sure are in for a show tonight Stay where I can
to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on. When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed
add to the deception. Words are banded about, but always at the whim of the puppeteer. Actionless sloganeering is just another Punch and Judy show. *
be dead? Never, Impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils to gallants, hit 'em if we go to Bustin at y'all niggas daily Wall-to-wall, Hawkins Suckin
