Chores) He Raps..He Sangs.. He do his thang.. He does..We does.. Everythang you wish you was.. its T-wayne (its T-pain).. Bang(Bang).. He Raps..He Sangs.. He
ghetto child, He can't shoot and he can't go run them out, There's no school and the kids go runnin wild, The police and the court wanna run them out, He
Blood? Somebody Call Khaled Tell Em' "Ya Boy What's Hood" If He Joke Like DeRay My Heat Like D. Wade Shots To His Face Make Him Sing Like T-Pain Stuff
this pain I don't really wanna die, just need a, change of scenery I done see too many killings just like my vision is mean to me And my eyes don't like
bust, one of these A to the K's Can't even count, how many blunts I blaze Wetter than syrup slide, riding on the way Can't nobody talk about pain like
and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us,
was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't
wrong [Chorus 2X + "I don't care what nobody say" sample (4X at start)] [Chorus repeats to fade..] [Puff Daddy] Uh-huh, and we won't stop, because we can't
, rugged MC, from N.Y. City, my whole rap committee get busy My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask who is he? Lady sings the blues then, I take it as a
strong, who got it goin on You're dead wrong "I don't care what nobody say" "I don't care what nobody say" "I don't care what nobody say" "I don't care
blood and said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!!" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants
food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't
die, food don't grow. Why? Trains smash, plans crash, situation mash and slam bam your fellow man - money's in fashion it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't
he was a notty dread But I don't mean to confuse a world that's confused Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it Can't get too deep, cause some
I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C. This nig named Gotti, he pretend Mad
