circus mouth shooting all directions And TV ads that sell erections 'Cause I got no clue what they want to do with you Well, it's getting through, getting through
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circus mouth shooting all directions with TV ads that sell erections Chorus: i got no clue what they want to do with you it's just getting through, getting through
special 38 slugs so we don't end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em' the rule is to get rid of em' for those who feel they getting away Ja
for you Just listen well I'm the one who'll tell terrifying, scary, dreadful tales War is breaking loose, it cannot be stopped Cars are racing by and you're getting
the honies through my lens Trends...me and my crew setting trends I got myself a tan and get cleanse Jamaicans seh wuk in other words a goose is getting
Younger bitches go scrub up smelling like you got dug up Obey to shut the fuck up I fertilize the world with my sperm Speaking biblical terms While we getting
Yo Spliff where the weed at? Gimme some more I know ya'll niggas need that Gimme some more Even though we getting money you can Gimme some more With the cars
with a different attitude You have expensive possessions Your wildest dreams they all come true You are the main attraction People adore the image of you You’re driving fancy cars
from me to me. cars on slippery slopes, they're stuck... People pushing through their mittens as i was beginning to feel it soaking through my shoes, getting
past 11 hours Thinking about all the opportunities this window has to offer From the 23rd floor to the filing cabinet East Manhattan to The FDR is beautiful as I am watching all the cars
with(damn!) I tell ya life ain’t shit to fool with I still hear the screams of his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter(shit!) And it’s getting
corner market Until I got my ass whipped Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit Thirteen, that’s how old I was When my jimmy started getting a little
chopper with numbers on the bottom "Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood I think I drove through every
stop And my, runway never looked so clear With the hottest bitch heels right here No fear, and while you are getting your cry on I'm getting my fly
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb Cars are barrelin' through
hoe So know I'm feeling happy I'm on that binny bin laden And niggaz is acting like they don't know what the fuck just happened My vision getting blurry
