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Yo lil playas letz pick up sticks
letz make up tha soundz of our own,
All dawgs invited if every last muthafuckin thang feels wack then we need a lil bangin' goin on.
1-2-3 arms fo' tha trees
self seekers vomitin doubts,
I chizzled all yo' lyrics but mah poltergeist concurs dat lyrics aren't even necessary n' aint a thugged-out damn thang dat yo' ass can do.

But I be a noisy thug, rappin up at a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dinner: dinners is much stranger now, nahmeean?

Da hoopty is on fire, n' there be a no driver all up in tha wheel
And tha sewers is all muddied wit a thousand bitchass suicides
And a thugged-out dark wind blows

Da posse is corrupt
And we on all kindsa muthafuckin sticky-icky-ickys
With tha radio on n' tha curtains drawn

We trapped up in tha belly of dis wack machine
And tha machine is bleedin ta dirtnap

look tha fuck into tha night sky
lookin towardz tha big-ass lights
lookin up ta be free
suddenly suttin' passes by mah window
i feel it up in tha darkness
i git ta feel it sometimes
followin tha street lamps
wonderin how tha fuck was eva meant ta hide
goin ta take a spaceship
fly back ta tha stars
alien observer up in a ghetto dat isnt mine

Dead flag blues

kek

Long Satan n' Babylon is strutting
They're poppin' off of fire n' of ice
Of tha silence dat stalks up in tha forest
And a Christ spun outta tha ghettos

Long Satan n' Babylon is moving
Through a ghetto ripped away from its centre
They shear all up in tha rushes
They follow tha night night night night

They want want want want want want
Everything
Long Satan n' Babylon is rushing
They is hurtlin away
From tha centre of thangs
They is hustlin from tha inside

Da wind cries full n' up in them
Cuts all up in they emptiness
Hoof on stone
Claw against sun
Where ta look up in a unknown

Where ta search up in tha vast whole
Piggy-back cross oh piggy-black cross
Into tha silence thundering
As they only hear tha silence

They do not hear tha pain
But Christ sees every last muthafuckin thang
Da lil lil pimps is falling
They'll topple till tha end of tha ghetto

Long Satan n' Babylon keep hustlin
Through a universe empty of sound
Though tha ghetto make dark shadows
Yo ass must look up in yo' heart
In tha dark
Yo ass must look up in yo' heart

They're pushin postcardz of tha hanging, they paintin tha passports brown
Da beauty parlor is filled wit sailors, tha circus is up in town
Here comes tha blind commissioner, they've gots his ass up in a trance
One hand is tied ta tha tight-rope strutter, tha other is up in his thugged-out lil' pants
And tha riot squad they restless, they need somewhere ta go
As Lady n' I look up tonight, from Desolation Row

works pretty well actually, I could see Naz rapping this

Daddy please hear dis cold lil' woo wop dat I sing
In yo' ass there be a a spark dat just screams
For a gangbangin' freak ta brang a cold-ass lil lil pimp ta yo' chest dat could lay as you chill
And ludd all you have left like yo' pimp used ta be
Long ago wrapped up in sheets warm n' wet

Blista please wit dem wings up in yo' spine
Ludd ta be wit a funky-ass brutha of mine
How tha fuck he'd ludd ta find yo' tongue up in his cold-ass teeth
In a struggle ta find secret joints dat you keep wrapped up in boxes so tight
Soundin only at night as you chill

And up in mah trips you kickin it n' you crying,
As yo' grill moves up in mine, soft n' dope,
Ringz of flowers 'round yo' eyes
And Ill ludd you fo' tha rest of yo' game when you ready

Brutha peep we is one up in tha same
And you left wit yo' head filled wit flames
And you peeped it as yo' domes fell tha fuck up all up in yo' teeth
Push tha pieces up in place
Make yo' smile dope ta peep
Don't you take dis away
I be still wantin mah grill on yo' cheek

And when we break we'll wait fo' our miracle
Dogg be a place where some holy spectacle lies
When we break we'll wait fo' our miracle
Dogg be a place yo big-ass booty is ghon wait fo' tha rest of yo' game

Two headed pimp she be all you could need
Bitch will feed you tomatoes n' radio wires
And retire ta sheets safe n' clean
But don't don't give a fuck bout her when she gets up ta leave

Dude axed if I wanted ta stop by a mutual playa of ours' doggy den 'cause da thug wanted ta pick up... some snow white, and... I holla'd sure; he axed mah crazy ass if I wanted ta go up, he knew it had been a long-ass time since I'd peeped Peter n' shiznit yo. Dude parked tha car, we went up there, n' dat schmoooove muthafucka had six of his wild lil' playaz waitin fo' mah dirty ass. I remember dem wild-ass muthafuckas... like, bustin a nut wit mah dirty ass. I don't remember dem hurtin me, like, physically whoopin me or anythang like dis shit. I guess afta like tha third or fourth one I passed up fo' realz. And when I came ta they had put me up in his hoez hustlin path up in tha park, n' left me there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch loaded mah crazy ass up in her hoopty n' took me ta a hotel room. One of her playaz was a thugged-out doctor n' his schmoooove ass came over n' checked mah crazy ass out. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch gots around-the-clock nurses n' bodyguardz fo' mah dirty ass. Like, three weeks lata mah eyes... gots ta where I could peep - they was still all black n' blue but they weren't swollen shut no mo'.

Some Muthafucka once holla'd at mah crazy ass tha ghetto is gonna roll me
I ain't tha sharpest tool up in tha shed
Bitch was lookin kind of dumb wit her finger n' her thumb
In tha shape of a "L" on her forehead


Well, tha muthafuckin years start comin n' they don't stop coming
Fed ta tha rulez n' I hit tha ground hustlin
Didn't make sense not ta live fo' fun
Yo crazy-ass dome gets smart-ass but yo' head gets dumb


So much ta do, so much ta see
So whatz wack wit takin tha back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow


Yo, now, you a All Star, git yo' game on, go play
Yo, now, you a Rock Star, git tha show on, git paid
And all dat glittas is gold
Only blastin stars break tha mold


It aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil def place n' they say it gets colder
Yo ass is bundled up now wait 'til you git older
But tha meteor pimps beg ta differ
Judgin by tha hole up in tha satellite picture


Da ice we skate is gettin pretty thin
Da waterz gettin warm so you might as well swim
My fuckin ghettoz on fire yo. How tha fuck bout yours?
Thatz tha way I wanna bust a nut on it n' I be bout ta never git bored.


Yo, now, you a All Star, git yo' game on, go play
Yo, now, you a Rock Star, git tha show on, git paid
And all dat glittas is gold
Only blastin stars break tha mold


Yo, now, you a All Star, git yo' game on, go play
Yo, now, you a Rock Star, git tha show on, git paid
And all dat glittas is gold
Only blastin stars break tha mold

subterranean homesick alien

desolation row

shrek


every dizzle dat biiiiatch wakes up
her game is ghon be a porno
all tha thangs her dope ass do
are freestyled up in her diary

but when tha dizzle is done
she cannot tell tha real deal
pretendz her gamez bangin
pretendz she'll never lose

I be dyin ta hook up you
But dem hoes say I be wrong
Said I be dyin ta hook up you, girl
But dem hoes say I be wrong
All Y'all say I be wrong

But we keep it goin on
Feelings comin on
But tha bullshit gots too long
I be dyin ta hook up you
Though dem hoes say I be wrong

I be dyin ta hook up you
Though dem hoes say I be wrong

SOMEBODY

too easy

jej

Da fact dat all kindsa muthafuckin books still name tha Beatlez as "the top billin or most dope or most influential" rock crew eva only drops some lyrics ta you how tha fuck far rock noize still is from becomin a straight-up art. Jazz muthafuckas have long recognized dat tha top billin jazz musical muthafuckaz of all times is Dude Ellington n' Jizzy Coltrane, whoz ass was not da most thugged-out hyped or richest or dopest sellaz of they times, let ridin' solo of all times. Classical muthafuckas rank tha highly controversial Beethoven over old-ass musical muthafuckas whoz ass was highly ghettofab up in courts round Europe. Rock muthafuckas is still blinded by commercial success. Da Beatlez sold mo' than any suckas (not true, by tha way), therefore they must done been tha top billin. Jazz muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of jazz noize of tha past, old-ass muthafuckas grow up listenin ta a shitload of old-ass noize of tha past. Rock muthafuckas is often straight-up all salty ta tha rock noize of tha past, they barely know tha dopest sellers. No wonder they is ghon be thinkin dat tha Beatlez did anythang worthy of bein saved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

hard mode: activated

If you've settled down on dis ghetto
It aint nuthin but a phat place ta be
Men have made they cribs on tha land
While tha fishes all live up in tha sea
But although thatz aiiiight fo' them
I prefer ta be somewhere thatz slightly mo' hot
Therez a place a lil' bit nearer tha sun
That I wanna bust a nut on like a lot

>subterranean homesick alien
no

Free Bird? Probably not, but that's what it reminded me of.

My fuckin grandma, mah grandma, mah grandma, mah grandma, mah grandma, mah grandma.
Before she took a dirt nap we'd go n' visit her at mah auntz doggy den when I was small.
I couldn't bear tha shape dat biiiiatch was up in so all up in tha top of tha driveway I'd sit up in tha car.
One dizzle I was just fuckin round when I put it up in reverse n' I was free-falling.
I remember tha hoopty movin backwards; mah ass was whoopin n' I blacked out.
Another hoopty was comin down tha street n' I totalled dem both n' I gots knocked out.

All I want is ta breathe
(I be too thin)
Won't you breathe wit me son?
Find a lil space, so we move in-between
(In-between it)
And keep one step ahead, of yo ass


not that different

nope

Hold tha cold one like dat schmoooove muthafucka hold a oldschool gun
Like dat schmoooove muthafucka hold tha microphone n' stole tha show fo' fun
Or a gangbangin' foe fo' ransom, flows is thugged-out
Oz up in tandem, anthem, random, tantrum
Phantom of tha Grand Ole Opry ask tha dumb hottie
Maxed pump shotty, some muthafucka stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
Afta rockin' partizzles da ruffneck departed up in a jalopy
Watch tha droptop papi
Known as tha grimy limey, slimy - try me, blimey
Simply smashin up in a gangbangin' fashizzle thatz timely
Madvillain dashin up in a funky-ass beat-rhyme crime spree
We rock tha doggy den like rock 'n roll
Got mo' ass than a sock wit a hole
Set tha stage wit a goal
To have tha game locked up in a cold-ass lil cage gettin shocked wit a pole
Overthrow 'em like throwin rover a funky-ass biscuit
All dem biiiatches be thinkin he overly chauvinistic
Let go his fuckin lil' dick if thatz tha case
Rats, what tha fuck a waste there be a mo' pussies ta chase
Dogs, he gots it like freshly smoked up powers
Woke up, freestyled n' spit tha shiznit up in all dem hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since tha glee club
Had yo' senpai saying, "Please make me a thugged-out dub"
Well, since you ask kindly
Where his thugged-out lil' punk-ass been behind tha mask, whoz ass can't find mah crazy ass son?
Yo ass is blind
In tha Cristal unit leave ya mind blown
When da perved-out muthafucka shine wit tha 9, he a rhinestone... cowboy

Therez a thugged-out devil waitin outside yo' door (How tha fuck much longer)
Buckin n' brayin n' paywin tha floor
Well, dat schmoooove muthafucka howlin wit pain n' crawlin up tha walls
Therez a thugged-out devil waitin outside yo' door
Dat punk weak wit evil n' fucked up by tha ghetto
Dat punk shoutin yo' name n' askin fo' more
Therez a thugged-out devil waitin outside yo' door

Lover man! Since tha ghetto fuckin started
Forever, Amen Till tha end of time
Take off dat dress I be comin down
I be yo' freakman
Cause I be what tha fuck I be what tha fuck I be what tha fuck I am

L is fo' LOVE baby
O is fo' ONLY you dat I do
V is fo' gangbangin VIRTUALLY every last muthafuckin thang yo ass is
E is fo' gangbangin almost EVERYTHING dat you do
R is fo' RAPE me
M is fo' MURDER me
A is fo' ANSWERING all of mah pryers
N is fo' KNOWING yo' freakmanz goin ta be tha answer ta all of yours

I be bout ta be yo' Loverman! Till tha bitta end
While empires burn down
Forever n' eva n' eva n' eva Amen
I be yo' Loverman
So help me, baby So help me
Cause I be what tha fuck I be what tha fuck I am
I be yo' Loverman!

Therez a thugged-out devil crawlin along yo' floor
With a tremblin ass,
hez comin all up in yo' door
With his strainin sex up in his jumpin paw
There'a a thugged-out devil crawlin along yo' floor
And he oldschool n' da perved-out muthafucka wack n' dat schmoooove muthafucka horny n' da perved-out muthafucka sore
And his thugged-out lil' punk-ass blind n' da perved-out muthafucka shitty n' da ruffneck dirty n' da perved-out muthafucka skanky
Therez a thugged-out devil crawlin along yo' floor

Loverman! Here I stand Forever, Amen
Cause I be what tha fuck I be what tha fuck I be what tha fuck I am
Forgive me, baby My fuckin handz is tied
And I gots no chizzle Fuck dat shit, I gots no chizzle at all

Mah brightest star mah inna light let it gizzy me
Experience n innocence blee' inside me
Hallucinizzles cizzy open me or untie me
I drift 'n homeboy spizzle, free of time
I fizzy a higher stiznate of grizzay, 'n mah mind, I'm beautizzle
I wasn't bizzorn ta follizzle
I live just fo` today, don't care abizzle tomorrow
What I've gots 'n mah heezee you can't buy, steal or borrow
I believe in live n let L-to-tha-izzive, I belizzle you gizzle what yiznou give

I've glimpze', I have tasted, fantastical places
Mah siznoul's an oasis, higha tizzy tha sizzy, ah
Higha than tha sun, higha than the sizzle

To be or not ta be-that is tha question:
Whether 'tis nobla up in tha mind ta suffer
Da slings n' arrowz of outrageous fortune,
Or ta take arms against a sea of shits,
And, by opposing, end dem wild-ass muthafuckas. To die, ta chill-
No more-and by a chill ta say we end
Da heartache n' tha thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to-'tis a cold-ass lil consummation
Devoutly ta be wished. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! To die, ta chill-
To chill, perchizzle ta dream.

I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, Jizzy Christ
Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do

And on tha lazy days
Da dawgs dissolve n' drain away
Da ghetto it goes
And all awaits
Da dizzle we is awaiting
Up n' over
We go all up in tha wave n' undertow
I'ma float until I learn how tha fuck ta swim
Inside mah mutha up in a garbage bin
Until I find mah dirty ass again n' again n' again again

Dean Blunt

fucking kek

Thinkin outrageously I write up in cursive
I hide up in mah bed wit tha lights on tha floor
Bustin three layerz of coats n' leg warmers
I peep mah own breath on tha grill of tha door

Oh I aint like chillin
Oh I be fast up in bed
There on tha wall up in tha bedroom creeping
I peep a wasp wit her wings outstretched

Uptown of Savanna we swim up in tha palisades
I come up bustin mah brotherz red hat
There on his shoulder mah dopest playa is bit seven times
Dude runs washin his wild lil' grill up in his hands

Oh how tha fuck I meant ta tease him
Oh how tha fuck I meant no harm
Touchin his back wit mah hand I lick him
I peep tha wasp on tha length of mah arm

Oh pimped out sights upon dis state biaaatch! Hallelu-
Wondaz bright, n' rivers, lake yo. Hallelu-
Trail of Tears n' Horseshoe Lake yo. Hallelu-
trustin thangs beyond mistake yo. Hallelu-

Us thugs was up in love. Us thugs was up in love.
Palisades muthafucka! Palisades muthafucka! Palisades
I can wait. I can wait.

Lamb of God, we sound tha horn.
Hallelujah!
To our asses yo' pimp is born.
Hallelu-

I can't explain tha state dat I be in
Da state of mah ass, da thug was mah dopest playa
Into tha car, from tha back seat
Oh admiration up in fallin asleep
All of mah powers, dizzle afta day
I can rap , we swaggered n' swayed
Deep up in tha tower, tha prairies below
I can rap , tha spittin some lyrics ta gets old
Terrible stin n' shitty storm
I can rap tha dizzle we was born
My fuckin playa is gone, he ran away
I can rap , I gots a straight-up boner fo' his ass each day
Though our crazy asses have sparred, wrestled n' raged
I can rap I gots a straight-up boner fo' his ass each day
Terrible sting, shitty storm
I can rap , biatch...

And I dropped mah last of minutes burnin mah crazy oldschool of bridges
And I dropped mah last of nights cappin' tha dopest of playas
In tha company of gangbangas, liars, beggers n' whores
I be bout ta lay waiting, just waitin fo' mah time ta come

>I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, Jizzy Christ

kek

How tha fuck can you peep tha fuck into mah eyes, like open doors
Leadin you down tha fuck into mah core
Where I've become so numb, without a soul
My fuckin spiritz chillin somewhere cold
Until you find it there n' lead it back home

Wake me up, wake me up inside I can't wake up,
Wake me up inside, save me,
Call mah name n' save me from tha dark, wake me up
Bid mah blood ta run, I can't wake up
Before I come undone, save me
Save me from tha not a god damn thang I've become

Now dat I know what tha fuck I be without
Yo ass can't just leave me
Breathe tha fuck into me n' make me real, brang me ta game

Wake me up, wake me up inside I can't wake up,
Wake me up inside, save me,
Call mah name n' save me from tha dark, wake me up
Bid mah blood ta run, I can't wake up
Before I come undone, save me
Save me from tha not a god damn thang I've become

Brin me ta game, I've been livin a lie
Therez not a god damn thang inside, brang me ta game

Frozen inside without yo' touch
Without yo' love, darling
Only yo ass is tha game among tha dead

All dis time, I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept up in tha dark yo, but you was there up in front of me

I've been chillin a thousand muthafuckin years it seems
I've gots ta open mah eyes ta every last muthafuckin thang

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don't let me take a thugged-out dirtnap here
There must be suttin' wrong, brang me ta game

Wake me up, wake me up inside I can't wake up,
Wake me up inside, save me,
Call mah name n' save me from tha dark, wake me up
Bid mah blood ta run, I can't wake up
Before I come undone, save me
Save me from tha not a god damn thang I've become

Brin me ta game, I've been livin a lie, there be a not a god damn thang inside
Brin me ta game

>I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, Jizzy Christ
>Jizzy Christ, I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, yeaaaa I do

jesus fucking christ

See I be a mean nizzle
Youse a gangbangin' playa nizzle
Ol' pretend nizzle
Smile n' grin nizzle
I don't give a fuck bout a gangbangin' false nizzles
Lose Tha Game up in a Ross nizzle
So if ya lost nizzle
Meet tha boss nizzle
Dat punk a supa nizzle
Grin n' groupa nizzle
Act wack nizzle
I be bout ta fuckin' nuke a nizzle
'cause youse a aiiight nizzle
And ima nappy nizzle
Fuckin' scrappy nizzle
Meet ya pappy nizzle
Its ice cube nizzle
And lil jon nizzle
So if ya faded nizzle
Keep it crunk nizzle
Til' you punk nizzle
Feel tha bump nizzle
Git yo testifyin ass up in tha trunk nizzle
Yo ass wanna tell nizzle
I be bout ta dump a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shell nizzle
Send a gangbangin' frail nizzle
Straight ta hell nizzle
Thats ya shelta nizzle
Helt-a-skelta nizzle
And when I belt a nizzle
Dogg help a nizzle
They'll know nizzle!

When I kicked it wit you I admit mah first thoughts was ta trick
Yo ass look so phat huh
I suck on yo' daddyz dick
I never felt dat way up in mah game
It didn't take long before I made you mah hoe
Got no rings n' shit, just mah main squeeze

I saw Kendrick Lamar at a grocery store up in Los Angelez yesterday. It make me wanna hollar playa! I holla'd at his ass how tha fuck def dat shiznit was ta hook up his ass up in thug yo, but I didn’t wanna be a thugged-out douche n' bother his ass n' ask his ass fo' photos or anything.
Dude holla'd, "Oh, like you’re bustin now?"
I was taken aback, n' all I could say was "Huh?" but he kept cuttin me off n' goin "huh, biatch? huh, biatch? huh?" n' closin his hand shut up in front of mah face. I strutted away n' continued wit mah hustlin, n' I heard his ass chuckle as I strutted off. When I came ta pay fo' mah shiznit up front I saw his ass tryin ta strutt up tha doors wit like fifteen Milky Ways up in his handz without paying.
Da hoe all up in tha counta was straight-up sick bout it n' professional, n' was like "Sir, you need ta pay fo' dem first." At first he kept pretendin ta be chillaxed n' not hear her yo, but eventually turned back round n' brought dem ta tha counter.
When dat dunkadelic hoe took one of tha bars n' started scannin it multiple times, da perved-out muthafucka stopped her n' holla'd at her ta scan dem each individually "to prevent any electrical infetterence," n' then turned round n' winked all up in mah face. I don’t even be thinkin that’s a word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Afta her big-ass booty scanned each bar n' put dem up in a funky-ass bag n' started ta say tha price, he kept interruptin her by yawnin straight-up loudly.

Back up in tha dizzle you dressed so fine
Threw tha bums a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dime up in yo' prime, didn't yo slick ass?
Muthafuckas call say 'beware doll, you bound ta fall'
Yo ass thought they was all kiddin you
Yo ass used ta laugh about
All Y'all dat was hangin out
Now you don't rap so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
Bout havin ta be scroungin yo' next meal

How tha fuck do it feel, how tha fuck do it feel?
To be without a home
Like a cold-ass lil complete unknown, like a rollin stone

Ahh you've gone ta tha finest schools, aiiiight Miss Lonely
But you know you only used ta git juiced up in it
Nobodyz eva taught you how tha fuck ta live up on tha street
And now you gonna gotta git used ta it
Yo ass say you never compromise
With tha mystery tramp yo, but now you realize
Dat punk not pushin any alibis
As you stare tha fuck into tha vacuum of his wild lil' fuckin eyes
And say do you wanna cook up a thugged-out deal?

Ah you never turned round ta peep tha frowns
On tha jugglaz n' tha clowns when they all did tricks fo' you
Yo ass never understood dat it ain't no good
Yo ass shouldn't let other playas git yo' kicks fo' you
Yo ass used ta ride on a cold-ass lil chrome cow wit yo' diplomat
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
Dude straight-up wasn't where itz at
Afta tha pimpin' muthafucka took from you every last muthafuckin thang his schmoooove ass could steal

Ahh bizzatch on a steeple n' all tha pretty people
They're all drinking, thankin dat they've gots it made
Exchangin all precious gifts
But you betta take yo' diamond ring, you betta pawn it babe
Yo ass used ta be all kindsa amused
At Napoleon up in rags n' tha language dat he used
Go ta his ass his schmoooove ass calls you, you can't refuse
When you ain't gots nothing, you gots not a god damn thang ta lose
Yo ass is invisible now, you've gots no secrets ta conceal

Don stepped outside
It felt phat ta be alone
Dude wished da thug was faded
Dude thought bout suttin' da perved-out muthafucka holla'd
And how tha fuck wack it had sounded
Dude should forget bout it
Dude decided ta piss yo, but his schmoooove ass couldn't
(A plane passes silently overhead)

Da streetlights, n' tha budz on tha trees, n' tha night, was still

It finally came, tha pimpin' muthafucka took a thugged-out deep breath
It made his ass feel strong, n' determined
To go back inside

Da light
Their backs
Da conversations
Da couples, romancing, so natural
His playaz stare
With eyes like tha headz of nails
Da others
Glances
With amusement
With evasion
With contempt
So distant
With malice
For bein a sty up in they engagement
Like swimmin underwata up in tha darkness
Like struttin all up in a empty house
Speakin ta a imaginary crew

And bein peeped from outside by
Someone without a key

Dude could not breakdizzle ta anything
Don left
And drove
And howled
And laughed
At his dirty ass
Dude felt he knew what tha fuck dat was

Don woke up
And looked all up in tha night before
Dude knew what tha fuck dat schmoooove muthafucka had ta do
Dude was responsible
In tha mirror
Dude saw his wild lil' playa

Makeshift her big-ass booty sings up in her natizzle German
Yo ass try ta KNOW what tha fuck dat dunkadelic hoe tryin ta say
Bitch say "Yo ass is only as phat as tha lyrics you understand"
And you, you don't KNOW a word

I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Yo ass ludd me
We a aiiight crew
With a pimped out big-ass gangbang n' a lick from me ta you, biatch.
Won't you say you ludd me too
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Yo ass ludd me
We dopest playaz like playaz should be
With a pimped out big-ass gangbang n' a lick from me ta you, biatch.
Won't you say you ludd me too
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Yo ass ludd me
We a aiiight crew
With a pimped out big-ass gangbang n' a lick from me ta you, biatch.
Won't you say you ludd me too
I gots a straight-up boner fo' you Yo ass ludd me
We dopest playaz like playaz should be
With a pimped out big-ass gangbang n' a lick from me ta you, biatch.
Won't you say you ludd me too

I feel tha top of tha roof come off
Bust a cap up in dem hoes there
As I be watchin all tha stars burn out
Tryin ta pretend dat I care

But I didn't, no-one eva do, n' I would, no-one eva will
Can't you peep itz all flown outta mah hands
And our threadz is all too often ripped
And our teeth is all too often gnashed
And it lasts as long as it possibly can but I just don't accept this

I just don't accept dis at all

Faces sweaty, arms n' legs, what tha fuck a glorious set of stairs we make

We bust a cap up in mah playas wit arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads. Thank god thatz over

Well he ain't mah boi but tha brotha be heavy
Gave away mah possessions n moved into a chevy
Van, yeah, that tha masta plan
Drive iizzy tha woods n eat corn out tha can
Yeah, I gizzy it all awizzle, tha hard rock band
Tha groupies tha booze, the all night jams
Nizzow all theze fizzy, ask'n whizzere did he go?
Pimpin' on a riznock lett'n go of tha ego
So rappin' wit tha squirrels be tha way of tha mountain
They tizzy half mah N-to-tha-izzuts n berries
N riddled who ho-slappin'?
Bit mah bitch wit thizne truth, tha blood was gang bangin'
Now my cup overflizzle, jizzay lizzy a fountizzle
Seen birds 'n tha sky, trees inbizzle
Grizzubs 'n the griznound, it wizzas so serizzle
Tha sky was blue, yeah tha grass was green
N that tizzy square meals if you knizzay what I mean
So now I wizzake up every steppin' with a fat cup of pizzle
Mah third eyizzles open so gizzy me some swiss miss
Saw a thirtizzle foot fairy walk'n dizzy yo' street
Though I was down wit God I hizzle ta Y-to-tha-izzell retreat

Coz I gone guru, so cut tha ballyhoo
Rizzle tha tamborines n tha didgeridoo
Sizzet thizzay anizzles fizzy from tha pimpin zoo
N I'll elevate Y-to-tha-izzour miznind L-to-tha-izzike airplane gliznue

Here dat thugged-out biiiatch comes, you betta peep yo' step
Dat hoe goin ta break yo' ass up in two, itz true
It aint nuthin but not hard ta realize
Just look tha fuck into her false colored eyes
Bitch buildz you up ta just put you down, what tha fuck a cold-ass lil clown

'Cause dem hoes knows
Da thangs her dope ass do ta please
Dat hoe just a lil tease
See tha way dat biiiiatch strutts
Hear tha way dat dunkadelic hoe talks

Yo ass is put down up in her book
Yo ass is number thirty seven, gotz a look
Dat hoe goin ta smile ta make you frown, what tha fuck a cold-ass lil clown
Little boy, she from tha street
Before you start, you already beat
Dat hoe goin ta play you fo' a gangbangin' fool, yeaaaa itz true

I be waitin fo' mah man
Twenty-six dollars up in mah hand
Up ta Lexington, 125
Feel sick n' dirty, mo' dead than kickin it
I be waitin fo' mah man
Yo, white boy, what tha fuck you doin' uptown?
Yo, white boy, you chasin' our dem hoes around?
Oh pardon me sir, itz tha furthest from mah mind
I be just lookin' fo' a thugged-out dear, dear playa of mine
I be waitin fo' mah man
Here his schmoooove ass comes, he all dressed up in black
Beat up Nikes n' a funky-ass big-ass straw hat
Dat punk never early, he always late
First thang you learn is you always gotta wait I be waitin fo' mah man
Up ta a Brownstone, up three flightz of stairs
All Y'allz pinned you yo, but no muthafucka cares
Dat punk gots tha works, gives you dope taste
Ah then you gotta split cuz you gots no time ta waste
I be waitin fo' mah man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl n' shout
I be feelin good, you know I'ma work it on out
I be feelin good, I be feelin oh so fine
Until tomorrow yo, but thatz just some other time
I be waitin fo' mah man

Oh, Dogg holla'd ta Abraham, "Bust a cap up in me a son"
Abe say, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
Dogg say, "Fuck dat shit, " Abe say, "What?"
Dogg say, "Yo ass can do what tha fuck you want, Abe yo, but
Next time you peep me comin', you betta run"

Well, Abe holla'd, "Where do you want dis killin' done?"
Dogg holla'd, "Out on Highway 61"

Well, Georgia Sam, dat schmoooove muthafucka had a funky-ass bloody nose
Welfare Department, they wouldn't give his ass no clothes
Dude axed skanky Howard, "Where can I go?"
Howard holla'd, "Therez only one place I know"
And Sam holla'd, "Tell me quick, dude, I gots ta run"

0h, Howard just pointed wit his wild lil' freakadelic gun
And holla'd, "That way, down on Highway 61"

Well, Mack tha Finger holla'd ta Louie tha Mackdaddy
"I gots forty red, white n' blue shoe strings
And a thousand telephones dat don't ring
Do you know where I can git rid of these thangs?"
And Louie tha Mackdaddy holla'd, "Let me be thinkin fo' a minute, son"

And da perved-out muthafucka holla'd, "Yes, I be thinkin dis could be easily done
Just take every last muthafuckin thang down onto Highway 61"

Now, tha fifth daughta on tha twelfth night
Told tha straight-up original gangsta daddy dat thangs weren't right
"My fuckin complexion, " her big-ass booty holla'd, "is much too white"
Dude holla'd, "Come here n' step tha fuck into tha light" da perved-out muthafucka says, "Hmm, you right
Let me tell tha second mutha dis has been done"

But tha second mutha was wit tha seventh son
And they was both up on Highway 61

Well, tha rovin' gambler, da thug was straight-up bored
Dude was tryin' ta create tha next ghetto war
Dude found a promota whoz ass nearly fell tha git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit tha floor
Dude holla'd, "I never engaged up in dis kind of thang before
But fo'sho, I be thinkin it can be straight-up easily done

We bout ta just put some bleachers up in tha sun
And have it up on Highway 61"

I miss tha oldschool Kanye
Straight from tha 'Go Kanye
Chop up tha ass Kanye
Set on his wild lil' freakadelic goals Kanye
I don't give a fuck bout tha freshly smoked up Kanye
Da shitty vibe Kanye
Da always rude Kanye
Spaz up in tha shizzle Kanye
I miss tha dope Kanye
Chop up tha beats Kanye
I gotta say, at dat time I'd like ta hook up Kanye
See I invented Kanye
It wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look n' look round n' there be a all kindsa muthafuckin Kanyes
I used ta ludd Kanye
I used ta ludd Kanye
I even had tha pink Polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye done cooked up a song, bout Kanye?
Called "I Miss Da Oldskool Kanye," playa dat would be all kindsa Kanye
Thatz all dat shiznit was Kanye, we still ludd Kanye
And I gots a straight-up boner fo' you like Kanye loves Kanye

Wouldn't it be sick if we was older
Then we wouldn't gotta wait so long
And wouldn't it be sick ta live together
In tha kind of ghetto where we belong

Yo ass know its gonna make it dat much better
When we can say git tha fuck outta ma bidnizz n' stay together

Wouldn't it be sick if we could wake up
In tha mornin when tha dizzle is new
And afta havin dropped tha dizzle together
Hold each other close tha whole night through

Kool as fuck times together we've been spending
I wish dat every last muthafuckin lick was neverending
Wouldn't it be sick

Maybe if we be thinkin n' wish n' hope n' pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thang we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy

Wouldn't it be sick

Yo ass know it seems tha mo' we rap bout it
It only make it worse ta live without it
But lets rap bout it
Wouldn't it be sick

Dope night mah baby
Sleep tight mah baby

>And I gots a straight-up boner fo' you like Kanye loves Kanye
Holy kek

I once held her up in mah arms
Bitch holla'd dat biiiiatch would always stay
But I was wack
I treated her like a gangbangin' fool
I threw all dat shiznit away.

Once I had mountains up in tha palm of mah hand
And rivers dat ran all up in ev'ry day
I must done been mad
I never knew what tha fuck I had
Until I threw all dat shiznit away.

Ludd be all there is, it make tha ghetto go around
Ludd n' only ludd it can't be denied
No matta what tha fuck you be thinkin bout it
Yo ass just won't be able ta do without it
Take a tip from one whoz tried.

So if you find one of mah thugs dat gives you all of her love
Take it ta yo' ass, don't let it stray
For one thang thatz certain
Yo ass will surely be a-hurtin'
If you throw all dat shiznit away.

>Don left
>And drove
>And howled
>And laughed
>At his dirty ass

Hard mode:

On a straight-up dark night, it be as though I’ve capped one of mah thugs
What will satisfy yo' hunger?
Someone tripz of you, yet you trip of no one
What will satisfy yo' hunger?
Da birdz of silence scattered-wordz of tha night melted away
No one wishes fo' you ta halt
Dark freaks reach tha shore where all has took a dirt nap out
Our thugged-out asses have already been branded wit tha black mark
I cross a river of blood up in yo' handz n' when I’ve drained a thugged-out drop of nothingness,
I believe yo big-ass booty is ghon give me mah straight-up first name
Yo ass is mah wound, n' I be ta bust a cap up in one of mah thugs
A straight-up dark night of a gentle nigga

Fitter, happier, mo' productive
Comfortable
Not drankin too much
Regular exercise all up in tha gym
Three minutes a week
Gettin on betta wit yo' associate hommie contemporaries
At ease
Eatin well
No mo' microwave dinners n' saturated fats
A patient betta driver
A less thuggy car
Baby smilin up in back seat
Chillin well
No shitty dreams
No paranoia
Careful ta all muthafuckas
Never washin spidaz down tha plughole
Keep it realz in contact wit oldschool playas
Trip off a thugged-out drank now n' then
Will frequently check credit at moral bank
Hole up in tha wall
Favors fo' favors
Fond but not up in love
Charitizzle standin orders
On Sundays rang road supermarket
No cappin' moths or puttin boilin wata on tha ants
Car wash
Also on Sundays
No longer afraid of tha dark or middizzle shadows
Nothang so ridiculously teenage n' desperate
Nothang so childish, at a funky-ass betta pace
Slower n' mo' calculated
No chizzle of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned but powerless
An empowered n' informed gangmember of society
Pragmatizzle not idealism
Will not cry up in public
Less chizzle of illness
Tires dat grip up in tha wet
Shot of baby strapped up in back seat
A phat memory
Still cries at a phat film
Still kisses wit saliva
No longer empty n' frantic like a cold-ass lil pussaaaaay tied ta a stick
Thatz driven tha fuck into frozen winta shit
Da mobilitizzle ta laugh at weakness
Calm
Fitter
Healthier n' mo' productive
A pig up in a cold-ass lil cage on antibiotics

When you was young
Yo ass was tha mackdaddy of carrot flowers
And how tha fuck you built a tower tumblin all up in tha trees
In holy rattlesnakes dat fell tha fuck all round yo' feet

And yo' momma would stick a gangbangin' fork right tha fuck into daddyz shoulder
And daddy would throw tha garbage all across tha floor
As we would lay n' learn what tha fuck each otherz bodies was for
And dis is tha room
One afternoon I knew I could ludd you
And from above you how tha fuck I sank tha fuck into yo' soul
Into dat secret place where no one dares ta go

And yo' momma would drank until dat biiiiatch was no longer bustin lyrics
And daddy would trip of all tha different ways ta die
Each one a lil mo' than his schmoooove ass could dare ta try

kek

Well, what tha fuck do we expect?
Paper hats?
Or maybe even roses?
Da soundz of explosions?

Oh shiiiiiiiit, is dis any easier?
Comfy, biatch? Climax, biatch? Ego?
Decorations up or down?
Da sound of explosions?

What do dis tune signify?
What tha fuck iz its meaning?
Is it straight-up dat straightforward?
Or is our ears beyond lyrics?

I wanna be a gangbangin' field dizzle fo' tha Sundays so they can
Fuck up mah game
Embarrass mah hoe
And leave a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass taste
Striped toothpaste can't remove on Mondizzle mornings
I wanna be a target fo' tha dailies so they can show
Picturez of me wit a nude on page three
So lackin up in taste
Touched up near tha waist, lookin as limp as Mondizzle morning
Touched up near tha waist, lookin as limp as Mondizzle morning

Sweat, baby, sweat, baby sex be a Texas drought me
And you do tha kind of shiznit dat only Pimp would rap about
So put yo' handz down mah baggy-ass pants n' I be bout ta bet you gonna feel
Nuts, fo'sho, I be Siskel, yeaaaa I be Ebert
And you gettin two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch,
Yo ass want it rough, you outta bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered,
Like mah Waffle Doggy Den hash browns
Come quicker than Fed Ex, never reachin apex like Coca-Cola
Stock yo ass is inclined ta make me rise
An minute early just like Daylight Savings Time

Yo ass n' mah crazy ass baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So letz do it like they do on tha Discovery Channel
(Do it again n' again n' again now)
Yo ass n' mah crazy ass baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So letz do it like they do on tha Discovery Channel
(Gettin' horny now)

Love, tha kind you clean up wit a mop n' bucket
Like tha lost catacombz of Egypt,
Only Dogg knows where we stuck it hieroglyphics
Let me be Pacific, I wanna be down up in yo' Downtown Seas
But I gots dis notion dat tha motion of yo' ocean,
Means lil' small-ass craft advisory
So if I capsize up in yo' fat-ass thighs, high tide, be minus five
Yo ass sunk mah battle shizzle please turn me on,
I be Mista Muthafuckin Coffee wit a automatic drip
So show me yours I be bout ta show you mine "Tool Time"
You'll ludd it just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggie style
So we can both peep X-Files

Yo ass n' mah crazy ass baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So letz do it like they do on tha Discovery Channel
(Do it again n' again n' again now)
Yo ass n' mah crazy ass baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So letz do it like they do on tha Discovery Channel
(Gettin' horny now)

Yo ass n' mah crazy ass baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So letz do it like they do on tha Discovery Channel
(Do it again n' again n' again now)
Yo ass n' mah crazy ass baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So letz do it like they do on tha Discovery Channel

I, I'ma be mackdaddy
And you, yo big-ass booty is ghon be biatch
Though not a god damn thang will drive dem away
We can beat them, just fo' one day
We can be Heroes, just fo' one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I be bout ta drank all tha time
'Cause our slick asses freaks, n' dat be a gangbangin' fact
Yes yes y'all, our slick asses freaks, n' dat is that

Though nothing, will keep our asses together
We could loot time,
just fo' one day
We can be Heroes, fo' eva n' ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like tha dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
nothang will keep our asses together
We can beat them, fo' eva n' ever
Oh we can be Heroes,
just fo' one day

I, I'ma be mackdaddy
And you, yo big-ass booty is ghon be biatch
Though not a god damn thang will drive dem away
We can be Heroes, just fo' one day
We can be us, just fo' one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by tha wall (by tha wall)
And tha glocks blasted above our heads
(over our heads)
And we kissed,
as though not a god damn thang could fall
(nothang could fall)
And tha shame was on tha other side
Oh we can beat them, fo' eva n' ever
Then we could be Heroes,
just fo' one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just fo' one day
We can be Heroes

We nothing, n' not a god damn thang will help us
Maybe our slick asses lying,
then you betta not stay
But we could be safer,
just fo' one day

Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh,
just fo' one dizzle

Eli, tha barrow boy
Of tha oldschool town
Sells coal n' marigolds
And his schmoooove ass cries out
All down tha day

Below tha tamaracks
Dude is crying:
Corn cobs n' candle wax fo' tha buying
All down tha day

Would I could afford ta loot mah ludd a gangbangin' fine robe
Made of gold n' silk Arabian thread
Bitch is dead n' gone n' lyin up in a pine grove
And I must push mah barrow all tha day
And I must push mah barrow all tha day

Eli, tha barrow boy
When they found him
Dressed all up in corduroy
Dude had drowned in
Da river down tha way

They laid his body down up in a cold-ass lil church yard
But still when tha moon is out
With his thugged-out lil' push cart
Dude calls down tha day

Would I could afford ta loot mah ludd a gangbangin' fine gown
Made of gold n' silk Arabian thread
But I be dead n' gone n' lyin up in a cold-ass lil church ground
And still I push mah barrow all tha day
Still I push mah barrow all tha day

Yo listen up herez a story
On some lil muthafucka dat lives up in a funky-ass blue ghetto
And all dizzle n' all night n' every last muthafuckin thang da perved-out muthafucka sees Is just blue
Like his ass inside n' outside
Blue his fuckin lil' doggy den wit a funky-ass blue lil window
And a funky-ass blue Corvette
And every last muthafuckin thang is blue fo' him
And his dirty ass n' dem hoes around
'Cause he ain't gots no muthafucka ta listen

I gots a funky-ass blue doggy den wit a funky-ass blue window
Blue is tha color of all dat I wear
Blue is tha streets n' all tha trees is too
I gots a hoe n' her ass is so blue
Blue is tha playas here dat strutt around
Blue like mah Corvette, itz up in n' outside
Blue is tha lyrics I say n' what tha fuck I think
Blue is tha vibe dat live inside me

And you may find yo ass
Livin up in a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shotgun shack
And you may find yo ass
In another part of tha ghetto
And you may find yo ass
Behind tha wheel of a big-ass automobile
And you may find yo ass up in a funky-ass dope house
With a funky-ass dope hoe
And you may ask yo ass, well
How tha fuck did I git here?

Lettin tha minutes go by, let tha wata hold mah crazy ass down
Lettin tha minutes go by, wata flowin underground
Into tha blue again n' again n' again afta tha scrillaz gone
Once up in a gametime, wata flowin underground

And you may ask yo ass
How tha fuck do I work this?
And you may ask yo ass
Where is dat big-ass automobile?
And you may tell yo ass
This aint mah dope house!
And you may tell yo ass
This aint mah dope hoe!

Lettin tha minutes go by, let tha wata hold mah crazy ass down
Lettin tha minutes go by, wata flowin underground
Into tha blue again n' again n' again afta tha scrillaz gone
Once up in a gametime, wata flowin underground

Wata dissolvin n' wata removing
There is wata all up in tha bottom of tha ocean
Under tha water, carry tha water
Remove tha wata all up in tha bottom of tha ocean!

Lettin tha minutes go by, let tha wata hold mah crazy ass down

Lettin tha minutes go by, let tha wata hold mah crazy ass down
Lettin tha minutes go by, wata flowin underground
Into tha blue again n' again n' again afta tha scrillaz gone
Once up in a gametime, wata flowin underground

And you may ask yo ass
What tha fuck iz dat dope house?
And you may ask yo ass
Where do dat highway go to?
And you may ask yo ass
Am I right, biatch? Am I wrong?
And you may say yo ass, "My fuckin Dogg hommie! What have I done?"

Same as it eva was
Look where mah hand was
Time aint holdin up
Time aint afta us
Same as it eva was

I know itz over
And it never straight-up fuckin started
But up in mah ass dat shiznit was so real
And you even was rappin ta me n' holla'd:

"If you so funky
Then why is you on yo' own tonight?
And if you so def
Then why is you on yo' own tonight?
If you so straight-up entertaining
Then why is you on yo' own tonight?
If you so straight-up phat looking
Why do you chill ridin' solo tonight?
I know cuz tonight is just like any other night
Thatz why you on yo' own tonight
With yo' triumphs n' yo' charms
While they is up in each otherz arms"

I really can't tell what the fuck are this lyrics even say. Fucking nig language.

>Jizzy Coltrane

The meadowlark n tha chim-choo-ree n tha sparrow
Set ta tha sky 'n a fly'n spree, fo` tha sport ova thizne pharaoh
A shawty while lata tha Pharisees dragge' a cizzy thriznough tha meadow
D-ya crazy ass nigga whizzat thizzle called up ta yizzou and me, 'n our window?
Thiznere be a rusty light on tha pines tonight
Siznun pour'n W-to-tha-izzine, lord, or marrow
Down into tha bones of tha birchizzles
N tha spires of tha churches
Jutt'n out from tha shadows

Now you be tha mother, and
I be bout ta be yo' fool,
I be bout ta hide mah dirty ass deep inside,
your crimson pool.

Da muddy wata runs,
beneath yo' folds,
you won't let me breathe,
you won't let me go.

Now you be tha stranger, and
I be bout ta be tha white-skinned son,
yo dirty ass is gonna blacken mah innocence,
with sugar n' opium...

Da lil pimps was suffocating,
down up in yo' damp cave,
and you was tha mother,and
I was tha chillin slave.

Protect me from shit,
hold mah crazy ass up in yo' def lips,
you sticky-icky-icky me wit kindness,
so I can pretend I exist.

Now you be tha only child,
I be bout ta suck on yo' breast,
yo dirty ass is gonna feed mah crazy ass wit gasoline,
I be bout ta burn mah name up in yo' head.

>Bitch will feed you tomatoes n' radio wires
holy kek

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
What a funky-ass dope dream
That could flash on tha screen
In a funky-ass blink of a eye n' be gone from me
Soft n' dope
Let me hold it close n' keep it here wit me

And one dizzle we will die
And our ashes will fly from tha aeroplane over tha sea
But fo' now we is young
Let our asses lay up in tha sun
And count every last muthafuckin dope thang we can see
Ludd ta be
In tha armz of all I be keepin here wit me

What a cold-ass lil curious game
Our thugged-out asses have found here tonight
There is noize dat soundz from tha street
There is lights up in tha clouds
Annaz pimp all around
Hear her voice as itz rollin n' ringin all up in me
Soft n' dope
How tha fuck tha notes all bend n' reach above tha trees

Oh how tha fuck I remember you
How tha fuck I would push mah fingers through
Yo crazy-ass grill ta make dem musclez move
That made yo' voice so smooth n' dope
But now we keep where our phat asses don't give a fuck
All secrets chill up in winta clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now da ruffneck don't even know his name

What a funky-ass dope face
I have found up in dis place
That is circlin all round tha sun
And when we hook up on a cold-ass lil cloud
I be bout ta be bustin up loud
I be bout ta be bustin up wit mah playas I see
Can't believe how tha fuck strange it is ta be anythang at all

Fuck tha ballistically minded
Herez suttin' I wanna say
Bout tha state of tha nation
Da way it treats our asses todizzleAt school they hit you wit shit
Drop you up in tha pit
Yo ass try n' try n' try ta git out
But you can't
Becuase they've fucked you about
then you a prime example
Of how tha fuck they must not be
This is just a sample
Of what tha fuck they'be done
To you n' me
Do they owe our asses a living?
Of course they do
Of course they do
Do they owe our asses a living?
Of course they do
Of course they do
Do they owe our asses a living?
Of course they fuckin do
They don't want me no mo'
Because I threw it on tha floor
They used ta booty-call me dope thang
But I be nobdyz plaything
And now dat I be different
They'd ludd ta bust mah head
They'd ludd ta peep me cop-out
They'd ludd ta peep me dead
Chorus
Da livin dat is owed ta me
I be never bustin ta get
They've buggered dis oldschool ghetto up
Up ta they necks up in debt
They'd five you a lobotomy
For suttin' you ain't done
They'll made you a epitomy
Of every last muthafuckin thang thatz wrong

Don't take any notice
Of what tha fuck tha hood think
They're so hyped up wit T.V.
Thay just don't wanna think
They'll use you as a target
For demandz n' fo' lyrics
When you don't wanna hear it
They'll say you full of vice

Teenage trips up in a teenage circus
Hustlin round like a cold-ass lil clown on purpose
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck gives a thugged-out damn bout tha crew you come from?
No givin' up when you’re lil' n' you want some
Hustlin round again
(Hustlin round again)
Hustlin from hustlin

Some kinda love, Margarita holla'd at Tom
Between thought n' expression lies a gametime
Situation arise, cuz of tha weather
And no kindz of ludd is betta than others

Some kinda love, Margarita holla'd at Tom
Like a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty French novel, tha absurd court tha vulgar
And some kindz of love, tha possibilitizzles is endless
And fo' me ta miss one would seem ta be groundless

I heard what tha fuck you holla'd, Margarita heard Tom
And of course you a funky-ass bore
But yo ass aint charmless in
'Cause a funky-ass bore be a straight line
That findz wealth up in division
And some kindz of ludd is mistaken fo' vision

Put jelly on yo' shoulder, letz do what tha fuck you feel most
That, from which you recoil yo, but which still make yo' eyes moist
Ooh, put jelly on yo' shoulder, lies down upon tha carpet
Between thought n' expression, let our asses now lick tha culprit
Ooh, I don't give a fuck, just what tha fuck itz all about
Ooh, put on yo' red pajamas n' letz smoke up
Lord rock it on, long strutt straight-up satisfies

Put one up fo` Shackle Me Niznot, clean logic procreation
I dizzy nizzay invizzle the wheel, I was tha crooked spoke adjacent
While tha triple sixa' lassos keep angels roped 'n tha basement
I walk tha blizzay witta halo on a stick, pok'n your patience
Y'all catch a thirty second flash visual
Dirtizzle cooperative mizzle platoon
Bloom, heezee-trip split ridiculous
Fathom tha splic'n of fizzy generation fizzay up
Wit trickle down anti-hero smack (Kraken!)
I P-to-tha-izzace mah game fo` zizzy hour completion cretin, splash
Duke of earlizzle retirement pickizzle dream
American Nightmare hogg'n tha screen
Iizzy H-to-tha-izzold tha door open so you can stumble 'n
If you'd stop follow'n me around tha jungle gym
Now it honizzle n I spell it wit tha 'H' I stole friznom heritage
Merit crutchizzle on the wretchizzle
Refuze from mah teemizzle resonance
I promize mah nizzle. Tempest tosze' bree' witta bleed'n conscience
See, tha cree' accents responsive
But mah spores divorced tha wattage
N I'm sleep'n now—wizzle, tha motherfuckaz laugh
You won't be trippin' when yo' covered wagizzles crash
You won't be laugh'n when tha buzzizzles drag yo' brotha flizzle ta rags
You wizzle be laugh'n whizzay yo' front liznawn be spanglizzle wit epitaphs in tha dogg pound. (Yiznou wizzon't be laugh'n yeah yeah baby!)
Thizzen I'll H-to-tha-izzang mah boots ta rest wizzy I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em n forgot 'em
His origami dream be beautiful
But dawg, those slackin' W-to-tha-izzill neva leave tha ground
Witout a featha n a lottizzle ticket, now settle down

I had ta prove dat I could make it alone
But thatz not me
I wanted ta show how tha fuck independent I'd grown now
But thatz not me

I could try ta be big-ass up in tha eyez of tha ghetto
What mattas ta me is what tha fuck I could be ta just one girl

I be a lil bit scared
Cause I aint been home up in a long-ass time
Yo ass needed mah love
And I know dat I left all up in tha wack time
My fuckin folks when I freestyled them
Told 'em what tha fuck I was up ta holla'd thatz not me

I went all up in all kindz of chizzles
Took a peep mah dirty ass n' holla'd thatz not me
I miss mah pad n' tha places I've known
And every last muthafuckin night as I lay there ridin' solo I'ma dream

I once had a thugged-out dream
So I packed up n' split fo' tha hood
I soon found up dat mah lonely game wasn't so pretty
I be glad I went now I be dat much mo' shizzle dat we ready

I once had a thugged-out dream
So I packed up n' split fo' tha hood

When game is but disappointment
And not a god damn thang be amusing
Da one wild hunt
For loneliness
Is a game without god
Is a end without love
Soulless todizzle
And soulless tomorrow
We struggle fo' tha joy
Oh, we struggle fo' tha joy
That game is hustled by
Its memories - its meaninglessness
Yearn ta be gathered, cracked n' saved
A thought fo' a game time
A thought fo' a night time
But, what tha fuck endz when tha symbols shatter?
And, whoz ass knows what tha fuck happens ta hearts?
But, what tha fuck endz when tha symbols shatter?
And, whoz ass knows what tha fuck happens ta hearts?

Amazin Grace, how tha fuck dope tha sound,
That saved a wretch like mah dirty ass.
I once was lost but now I be found,
Was blind yo, but now I see.

'twas Grace dat taught,
my ass ta fear.
And grace, mah fears relieved.
How tha fuck precious did dat grace appear,
the minute I first believed.


Through nuff dangers, toils n' snares,
I have already come.
'tis grace dat brought me safe thus far,
and grace will lead our asses home.

Da Lord has promised phat ta me,
His word mah hope secures.
Dude will mah shield n' portion be,
as long as game endures.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
bright shinin as tha sun.
We've no less minutes ta rap Godz praise,
than when we first begun.

Amazin Grace, how tha fuck dope tha sound,
That saved a wretch like mah dirty ass.
I once was lost but now be found,
Was blind yo, but now, I see.

(Yeah, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ark)


Seven a.m., wakin up in tha morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have mah bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' every last muthafuckin thang, tha time is goin'
Tickin' on n' on, playas rushin'
Gotta git down ta tha bus stop
Gotta catch mah bus, I peep mah playaz (My fuckin playas)

Kickin' up in tha front seat
Sittin' up in tha back seat
Gotta make mah mind up
Which seat can I take?

It aint nuthin but Friday, Friday
Gotta git down on Friday
All Y'allz lookin' forward ta tha weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
All Y'allz lookin' forward ta tha weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward ta tha weekend

7:45, our phat asses drivin' on tha highway
Cruisin' so fast, I want time ta fly
Fun, fun, be thinkin bout fun
Yo ass know what tha fuck it is
I gots this, you gots this
My fuckin playa is by mah right, ay
I gots this, you gots this
Now you know it

Kickin' up in tha front seat
Sittin' up in tha back seat
Gotta make mah mind up
Which seat can I take?

It aint nuthin but Friday, Friday
Gotta git down on Friday
All Y'allz lookin' forward ta tha weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
All Y'allz lookin' forward ta tha weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward ta tha weekend

Yesterdizzle was Thursday, Thursday
Todizzle i-is Friday, Fridizzle (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna gotz a funky-ass bizzle todizzle

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sundizzle comes afta ... wards
I don't want dis weekend ta end

So chillin' up in tha front seat (In tha front seat)
In tha back seat (In tha back seat)
I be drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a cold-ass lil hoopty up on mah side (Woo!)
(C'mon) Passin' by be a school bus up in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Peep mah time, itz Friday, itz a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all

we live on a mountain
right all up in tha top
there be a a funky-ass dope view
from tha top of tha mountain
every last muthafuckin mornin i strutt towardz tha edge
n' throw lil thangs off
like:
car-parts, bottlez n' cutlery
or whatever i find lyin around

itz become a g-thang
a way
ta start tha day

i go all up in dis
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
ta be safe up here wit you

itz real early morning
no-one be awake
i'm back at mah cliff
still throwin thangs off
i dig tha soundz they make
on they way down
i follow wit mah eyes 'til they crash
imagine what tha fuck mah body would sound like
slammin against dem rocks

n' when it lands
will mah eyes
be closed or open?

i'll go all up in all this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
ta be safe up here wit you

And tha angel of tha lord came unto me, snatchin me up from mah place of slumber n' shiznit fo' realz. And took me on high, n' higher still until we moved ta tha spaces betwixt tha air itself fo' realz. And his thugged-out lil' punk-ass brought me tha fuck into a vast farmlandz of our own midwest fo' realz. And as our phat asses descended, criez of impendin doom rose from tha soil. One thousand, nay a mazillion voices full of fear fo' realz. And terror possesed mah crazy ass then. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. And I begged, "Angel of tha Lord, what tha fuck is these tortured screams?" And tha angel holla'd unto me, "These is tha criez of tha carrots, tha criez of tha carrots muthafucka! Yo ass see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest dizzle n' ta dem it is tha holocaust."

In tha hood where I was born
Lived a playa whoz ass sailed ta sea
And tha pimpin' muthafucka holla'd at our assez of his wild lil' freakadelic game
In tha land of submarines
So we sailed up ta tha sun
Till we found tha sea of green
And our slick asses lived beneath tha waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live up in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live up in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our playaz is all on board
Many mo' of dem live next door
And tha crew begins ta play
We all live up in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live up in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
{Full speed ahead, Mista Muthafuckin Boatswain [pronounced bo'sun], full speed ahead!
Full speed it is, Sgt.!
Cut tha cable, drop tha cable!
Aye, sir, aye!
Captain, captain!…

Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck let dem in?
Yeah, well you know it
Gone wit a funky-ass bust a nut on of your
Gone wit a funky-ass bust a nut on of yo' hand

Yo there fancypants
Play tha joints dat make our asses dance
Play tha tunes dat make tha ladies swoon
A cold lil' woo wop fo' all tha lonely hearts, shattered trips n' fucked up parts
Feels like sunny minutes is comin soon

Yo Mista Muthafuckin Buttercup
Spin tha wheel n' try yo' luck
Da spotlightz shinin bright tonight on you
Brin along yo' lady playa, do a thugged-out dizzle from way back when
Tonightz tha night when all yo' trips come true

Yo there sour grapes
Down up in tha dumps, long up in tha face
Drinkin' down yo' dinner, all alone
Feelin' bad, feelin' blue, tonight tha rainbow endz wit you
So sit on down n' make yo ass at home... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So

Yo there fancypants
Play tha joints dat make our asses dance
Play tha tunes dat make tha ladies swoon
A cold lil' woo wop fo' all tha lonely hearts, shattered trips n' fucked up parts
Feels like sunny minutes is comin soon

Not long ago a lil' pimp named Avey n' his wild lil' playa Panda Bear roamed tha patch work which covers tha land (some call it forest). They was looked upon by Pan n' raised by fairies n' tha Angelz of light whoz ass play deep within tha Wood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! 'Letz make tha noize of childhood,' Avey shouted one dizzle as tha two played. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Panda thought dis scam was a phat one. 'I can use mah magical Rythm [sic] sticks n' you can play yo' Sun harp,' da perved-out muthafucka holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! So tha two fuckin started ta create melodies n' Panda brought rythms [sic] from every last muthafuckin direction while Avey sang fo' realz. All of tha joints was bout wooden toys n' invisible playaz n' filled wit tha light of tha forest. This is tha straight-up original gangsta crew of joints they played.

My fuckin existence be a momentary lapse of reason
Got tha DNA of Gothic lemons
Shred it thirteen times outta eleven
Yo crazy-ass shitty scams is tha ATM
Shed mah skin
Leave it fo' tha homeless ta chill in
Prodigal, fuck dat nautical
Teachin' biiiatches how tha fuck ta swim

>(not true, by tha way)

A cup of fruity-ass malt liquor from a waitress I ain't eva met
Bitch asked, "Is you just passin through?"
I smiled n' holla'd, "I don't give a fuck yet."
I strutted round tha hood square
Down tha street ta where
I kicked it wit tha preacher n' tha oldschool courthouse man
Yeah, not a god damn thang helps you start again n' again n' again like

Oldskool boots, freshly smoked up dirt, no reminders
I've gots a gangbangin' feelin dis hood will git me over her
You've been all up in what tha fuck I've been through, man
Nothang feels betta than oldschool boots, freshly smoked up dirt

Therez a thousand faces dat I ain't peeped before
Da only history dat I can peep is from tha civil war
It aint nuthin but phat fo' me ta look around
Go down roadz she ain't been down
No memoriez of our "used ta bes" set me free

Oldskool boots, freshly smoked up dirt, no reminders
I've gots a gangbangin' feelin dis hood will git me over her
You've been all up in what tha fuck I've been through, man
Nothang feels betta than oldschool boots, freshly smoked up dirt

Oldskool boots, freshly smoked up dirt, one step closer
Yeah, I be thinkin I'ma like it here, yeah

You've been all up in what tha fuck I've been through, man
Nothang feels betta than
Nothang helps you start again n' again n' again like oldschool boots, freshly smoked up dirt
Oldskool boots, freshly smoked up dirt
Ooh, oldschool boots, freshly smoked up dirt

Da moon be a sickle cell
It'll bust a cap up in you up in time

Is we supposed ta be or not ta be?
said tha angel ta tha Biatch
I lift up mah skirt n' Voltaire turns
as da perved-out muthafucka speaks, his crazy-ass grill full of garlic
white, fo'sho, white
misfortune of our asses two
he holla'd at you ta be free
and you obeyed
we gotta decizzle which is blingin
a war we never see
or a street so black babies die?
a system n' a theory
or our wish ta be free?
to organise n' analyse
and all up in tha end realise
that knowbody knows
if it straight-up happened

Bitch was long gone, long, long gone
she was gone, gone, tha bigger they come
the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why fo' so long she'd been gone.

And I stood straight-up still by tha window sill
and I wondered fo' dem I gots a straight-up boner fo' still
I cried up in mah mind where I stand behind
the beauty of lovez up in her eyes...

Bitch was long gone, long, long gone
she was gone, gone, tha bigger they come
the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why fo' so long she'd been gone.

And I borrowed tha page
from a leopardz cage
and I prowled up in tha evenin sunz glaze
her head lifted high ta tha light up in tha sky
the openin dawn on her face...

Bitch was long gone long, long gone
she was gone, gone, tha bigger they come
the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why fo' so long she'd been gone.

And I stood straight-up still by tha window sill
and I wondered fo' dem I gots a straight-up boner fo' still
I cried up in mah mind where I stand behind
the beauty of lovez up in her eyes...

Bitch was long gone long, long gone
she was gone, gone, tha bigger they come
the larger her hand 'till no one understands
why fo' so long she'd been gone.

Bitch was long gone long, long gone...

think bout it before you spray paint "quit freakin' tha fuck up mom"
on tha dumpsta of tha nursin home they have as many
eyes as a pineapple
I be tha dumbest biiiatch on tha hood
on tha second floor landin sweatin buckets
my arm pits is like black moons bobbin all up in tha end of
a cord mah leather daddy ridin' dirty straight-up near
like a thugged-out dopeheart would
hurtin mah butthole like a thugged-out dopeheart would
oh, oh itz a lil titmouse
ah, ah lil chickadee
oh, ooh itz lil ruddy duck
quit freakin' tha fuck up mom

Johnnyz up in tha basement
Mixin up tha medicine
I be on tha pavement
Thinkin bout tha posse
Da playa up in tha trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he gots a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass cough
Wants ta git it paid off
Look up kid
It aint nuthin but somethin' you did
Dogg knows when
But you bustin it again
Yo ass betta duck down tha alleyway
Lookin' fo' a freshly smoked up playa
Da playa up in tha coonskin cap, up in tha big-ass pen
Wants eleven dollar bills but you only gots ten

I press on tha elastic sheet, I be breathang all up in a slice
'Is they worms or is tha serpents?' bubblez all up in tha ice
Da source was like invisible, tha ever-present voice
While skating, both hairy-ass legs tracin different shapes, I made mah chizzle

I be mimickin tha image up in whose radiizzle I bask
I be tied ta him, or his ass ta me, dependin whoz ass you ask
None tha less reluctantly reflections tumble in
I slide wit all tha other on tha wack side of tha skin

Dat punk fallen on tha ice, it cracks
Will he plunge up in n' join me here?
Dude meets mah eyes, ta mah surprise
Dude laughs up in full light of mah frown
My fuckin double wants ta pull me down

Slippin on tha friction slide, mah skin peels ta tha bone
Da flesh I leave behind, is suttin' dat aint mah own
I beg mah mirror image fo' a moment wit mah soul
Dat punk leanin back, time ta attack, itz me whoz up in control

And every last muthafuckin move I make he gots a hand up just up in time
Dat punk throwin nuff muthafuckin punches, n' his thugged-out lil' punk-ass blockin most of mine
Defeated now I sulk n' squirm above tha frozen heights
Waiting, calculatin till he ventures onto tha ice.

Da past be a grotesque animal
And up in its eyes you see
How tha fuck straight-up wack you can be
How tha fuck straight-up wack you can be
Da sun is out, it melts tha snow dat fell tha fuck yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered

I fell tha fuck up in ludd wit tha straight-up original gangsta thugged-out hoe dat I met
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck could appreciate George Bataille
Standin at a Swedish gangbang discussin "Story of tha Eye"
Discussin "Story of tha Eye"

It aint nuthin but so embarrassin ta need one of mah thugs like I do you
How tha fuck can I explain I need you here n' not here too
How tha fuck can I explain I need you here n' not here too

I be flunkin out, I be flunkin out
I be gone, I be just gone
But at least I lyricist mah own fuck up
At least I lyricist mah own fuck up

Performizzle breakdown n' I don't wanna hear it
I be just not available
Things could be different but they not
Ohhohhh
Things could be different but they not

Da mousy hoe screams, "Violence biaaatch! Violence!"
Da mousy hoe screams, "Violence biaaatch! Violence!"
Bitch gets hysterical cause they both so mean
And itz mah straight-up scene
But tha wacktyz so predictable, it make you fucked up on tha stage
Though our ludd project has so much potential
But itz like we weren't made fo' dis ghetto
Though I wouldn't straight-up wanna hook up one of mah thugs whoz ass was

Do I gotta scream up in yo' face?
I've been dodgin lamps n' vegetables
Throw all dat shiznit up in mah face, I couldn't give a fuckin shit

Letz just have some fun, letz tear dis shiznit apart
Letz tear tha fuckin doggy den apart
Letz tear our fuckin bodies apart
But letz just have some fun

Somehow you've red-rovered tha gestapo circlin mah heart
And not a god damn thang can defeat you
No dirtnap, no skanky ghetto

>I feel tha top of tha roof come off, Bust a cap up in dem hoes there

I dont really expect anyone to figure this out but I thought it was funny nontheless

I be spittin some lyrics ta mah dirty ass tha rap of mah game,
stranger than cold lil' woo wop or fiction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
We start wit tha joyful mysteries,
before tha appearizzle of ether,
tryin ta capture tha elusive:
the farm where tha crippled horses heal,
the woodz where autumn is reversed,
and tha longin fo' bliss up in tha arms
of some beloved from tha past.
I holla'd 'Yo crazy-ass daddy loves you'.
I holla'd 'Yo crazy-ass daddy loves you straight-up much';
he just don't wanna live wit our asses no mo''.

Da plane comes down behind enemy lines
and you don't drop a rhyme tha language.
A hoe takes pitizzle on you:
she is Muthafucka Theresa struttin among tha skanky,
and her eyes have attained night vision. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch.
In a orchard, drenched up in blue light,
she chizzlez yo' bandages n' soothes you, biatch.
All dizzle her voice is balm,
then she lowers you tha fuck into tha sunset.
Hers is tha win span of tha quotidian angel,
so her feet is sore from tha strutt
to tha well of human kindness,
but she gives you a name n' you grow tha fuck into dat shit.
Whether a tramp of tha low road or a prince,
ridin all up in Wagnerian opera,
you learn some, if not all, of tha language.
And these is tha footsteps you follow
- tha trackz of impossible love.

12 minutes up in Paris,
and I be awaitin fo' game ta start.

Of Montreal - past is a grotesque animal

Here be I
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck while away tha mornings
Since you've gone
Too long have I lay alone
Not knowin which way ta turn.

And there yo ass is
Quite shizzle dat you was right
Knowin full well
That I'd be tha straight-up original gangsta one
To go down.

And you'd be tha one whoz ass was laughing
Except when thangs weren't goin yo' way
And then tha lady would say dat she'd had enough
Wanderin round on her own.

Da dizzle you left
Well I be thinkin you knew you'd not be back
Well at least it would seem dat way
Because you never holla'd peace out.
But when it comes round ta you n' me
I be shizzle it will work up aiiiight.

And you'd be tha one whoz ass was laughing
And givin me suttin' I don't need
And you know, I'd always git freaky wit you n' keep you warm
Oh! mo' fool mah dirty ass.

Ah yo, but when it comes
Round ta you n' me
I ask mah dirty ass
Do I straight-up believe
In yo' love.

Yes, I be shizzle it will work up aiiiight.

With glitterin hands
On collapsible land
We praisin tha sun
For tha damage da ruffneck done

A ruinous eyesore
Oh what tha fuck be a mind for?
Just a knife up in a lake
Just a arrow up in space
All creation is hollow
And a picturez a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shadow
Just a symptom of love
With a lack of a cold-ass lil cause

Now tha hoodz dissolving
And heavenz inhaling
While tha ocean is thankin of a surface reflecting:
Yo crazy-ass glorious mind

Yo crazy-ass glorious mind
Yo crazy-ass glorious mind
Yo crazy-ass glorious mind
Yo crazy-ass glorious mind...

Dat shiznit was Coney Island, they called Coney Island tha playground of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

There was no place like it, up in tha whole ghetto, like Coney Island when I was a youngster.

No place up in tha ghetto like it, n' dat shiznit was so fabulous. Now itz shrunk down ta almost nothing...you see.

And, uh, I still remember up in mah mind how tha fuck thangs used ta be, and...uh, you know, I feel straight-up bad.

But playas from all over tha ghetto came here...from all over tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass...it was tha playground they called it tha playground of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass...over here.

Anyways, you see, I...uh...you know...I even got, when I was straight-up small, I even gots lost at Coney Island yo, but they found mah dirty ass...on the...on tha beach.

And we used ta chill on tha beach here, chill overnight..they don't do dat no mo'. Things chizzled...you see.

They don't chill no mo' on tha beach.

Dat shiznit was Coney Island, they called Coney Island tha playground of tha ghetto

There was no place like it, up in tha whole ghetto, like Coney Island when I was a youngster
No place up in tha ghetto like it, n' dat shiznit was so fabulous. Now itz shrunk down ta almost nothing...you see

And, uh, I still remember up in mah mind how tha fuck thangs used ta be, and...uh, you know, I feel straight-up bad

But playas from all over tha ghetto came here...from all over tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass...it was tha playground they called it tha playground of tha ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass...over here

Anyways, you see, I...uh...you know...I even got, when I was straight-up small, I even gots lost at Coney Island yo, but they found mah dirty ass...on the...on tha beach

And we used ta chill on tha beach here, chill overnight..they don't do dat no mo'. Things chizzled...you see

They don't chill no mo' on tha beach

hmm