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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

I feel tha top of tha room come off,
kill dem hoes there
and I be watchin all tha stars burn out,
tryin ta pretend dat I care

But I didn't,
(no-one eva do)
and I won't,
(no-one eva will)

Can't you peep itz all flown outta mah hands
and our threadz (are all too often ripped)
and our teeth (are all too often gnashed)
and it lasts as long as it possibly can

but I just don't
I just don't accept this
'cause I just don't accept dis at all

and I just don't
but I just don't accept dis
'cause I just don't accept dis at all

and I just don't
and I just don't accept this
'cause I just don't accept dis at all

and I just don't
and I just don't accept this
'cause I just don't accept dis at all

Faces sweaty, arms n' legs,
what a glorious set of stairs we make [x3]

Faces sweaty, arms n' legs,
We bust a cap up in mah playas with
Arrowheadz [x75]
(Thank god thatz over)

I feel tha top of tha room come off,
kill dem hoes there
and I be watchin all tha stars burn out,
tryin ta pretend dat I care

But I didn't, no-one eva do,
and I won't, no-one eva will

Can't you peep itz all flown outta mah hands
and our threadz (are all too often ripped)
and our teeth (are all too often gnashed)
and it lasts as long as it possibly can

It aint nuthin but one o'clock n' time fo' lunch
Bum de dum de dum
When tha sun beats down n' I lie on tha bench
I can always hear dem talk

Therez always been Ethel
"Jacob, wake up, you've gots ta tidy yo' room now!"
And then Mista Lewis
"Isn't it time dat da thug was up on his own?"
Over tha garden wall, two lil lovebirds, cuckoo ta you
Keep dem mowin blades sharp

I know what tha fuck I like
And I wanna bust a nut on what tha fuck I know
Gettin betta up in yo' wardrobe
Steppin one beyond yo' show
Yo crazy-ass show

Sundizzle night, Mista Muthafuckin Farma called, holla'd
"Listen son, you wastin time
Therez a gangbangin' future fo' you up in tha fire escape trade
Come up ta town"

But I remembered a voice from tha past
"Gamblin only pays when you winning!"
I had ta give props ta oldschool Miss Mort fo' schoolin a gangbangin' failure
Keep dem mowin blades sharp

I know what tha fuck I like
And I wanna bust a nut on what tha fuck I know
Gettin betta up in yo' wardrobe
Steppin one beyond yo' show

Yeah, I know what tha fuck I like
And I wanna bust a nut on what tha fuck I know
Gettin betta up in yo' wardrobe
Steppin one beyond yo' show

When tha sun beats down n' I lie on tha bench
I can always hear dem talk
Me, I be just a lawnmower
Yo ass can tell me by tha way I strutt

In October 2015, I was up in tha yard
I just finished splittin up tha scrap two-by-fours tha fuck into kindling
I glanced up all up in tha half moon pink chill refinery cloud light
Two big-ass blackbirdz flew over, they wings whooshin n' low
Two ravens yo, but only two
Their black feathers tinted up in tha sunset
I knew these birdz was omens but of what tha fuck I wasn't sure
They was flyin up toward tha island where our crazy asses hoped ta move
Yo ass was probably inside
Yo ass was probably aching, wantin not ta die
Yo crazy-ass body transformed
I couldn't bear ta look so I turned mah head westside
Like a early dirtnap
Now I can only peep you on tha fridge up in tha gameless pictures

Now, I rock a doggy den jam all up in tha drop of a hat
I beat a funky-ass bita down wit a alunimum bat
All dem playas they be Jonesin' just ta hear me rock tha mic
They'll be starin all up in tha radio, stayin up all night
So like a pimp, I be pimpin'
I gots a funky-ass boat ta smoke shrimp in
Nothang wack wit mah leg, I be just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested all up in tha Mardi Gras fo' jumpin on a gangbangin' float
My fuckin playa MCAz gots a funky-ass beard like a funky-ass billy goat
Ooh-ooh is mah disco call
MCA (hu-huh)
I be gettin' rope, y'all

Routines I bust, n' tha rhymes dat I write
And I be bout ta be bustin routines n' rhymes all night
Like smokin burgers or chicken n' you gonna be pickin yo' nose, man
I be on time, homie, thatz how tha fuck it goes
Yo ass heard mah style, I be thinkin you missed tha point

It aint nuthin but Da Joint!

Mike D... (Yeah?) With yo' shitty self hustlin thangs
Whatz fuckin' phat wit yo' shitty breath onion rings
Well, I be Mike D, n' I be back from tha dead
Chillin' all up in tha beach, down at Club Med
Make another record cause tha playas they want mo' of this
Suckers they be sayin they can take up Adam Horovitz
Hurricane, you gots clout
Other DJ's, he'll put yo' head out
A puppet on a string, I be paid ta rap or rhyme or do mah thang
I be up in a lava lamp, inside mah dome hotel
I might be freakin or peakin' yo, but I rock well
Da Patty Dude Show, tha Wrench, n' then I bust tha Tango
Got mo' rhymes than Jamaica gots Mango
I gots tha peg leg all up in tha end of mah stump-a

Shake yo' rump-a

A full clout, y'all, a gangbangin' full clout, y'all
And when tha mic is up in mah grill, I turn it out, y'all
A full clout

*sound of a funky-ass bong hit followed by a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shotgun noise*

>I know what tha fuck I like
>And I wanna bust a nut on what tha fuck I know
holy shit

Yo ass is stuck up in mah head, stuck on mah ass, stuck on mah body, body
I wanna go, git outta here, I be sick of tha party, party
I'd run away
I'd run away wit you

This is tha part, you've gots ta say all dat you feeling, feeling
Packin a funky-ass bag, our slick asses leavin tonight when everyonez chillin, chillin
Letz run away
I be bout ta run away wit you

Cause you make me feel like
I could be rollin you all night
And I found yo' lips up in tha street lights
I wanna be there wit you

Oh baby, take me ta tha feeling
I be bout ta be yo' sinner, up in secret
When tha lights go out
Run away wit me
Run away wit me
Oh baby, every last muthafuckin single minute
I be bout ta be yo' hero, I be willing
When tha lights go out
Run away wit me
Run away wit me

Up up in tha clouds, high as a kite, over tha hood, hood
We never chill, we never tried, when yo ass is wit me, wit me
I wanna stay
I wanna stay here wit you

Cause you make me feel like
I could be rollin you all night
And I found yo' lips up in tha street lights
I wanna be there wit you

Oh baby, take me ta tha feeling
I be bout ta be yo' sinner, up in secret
When tha lights go out
Run away wit me
Run away wit me
Oh baby, every last muthafuckin single limit
I be bout ta be yo' hero, I be winning
When tha lights go out
Run away wit me
Run away wit me

Hold on ta me
I be bout ta never wanna let you go
(Run away wit me, run away wit me)
Over tha weekend
We can turn tha ghetto ta gold, oh oh
(Run away wit me, run away wit me)

(We can turn tha ghetto ta gold)
Over tha weekend we can turn tha ghetto ta gold
Oh oh, oh

Ooh mah baby, take me ta tha feeling
(Take me to, take me ta it)
I be bout ta be yo' sinner, up in secret

When tha lights go out
Run away wit me
(Just run away)
Run away wit me
(With me)
(Oh yeah yeah)
Every single minute
I be bout ta be yo' hero, I be willing
When tha lights go out
Run away wit me
Run away wit me

It aint nuthin but a god-awful lil' small-ass affair
To tha hoe wit tha mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, "No!"
And her daddy has holla'd at her ta go
But her playa is nowhere ta be seen
Now dat biiiiatch strutts all up in her sunken dream
To tha seat wit tha clearest view
And dat freaky freaky biatch hooked ta tha silver screen

But tha film be a saddenin bore
For she lived it ten times or more
Bitch could spit up in tha eyez of fools
As they ask her ta focus on

Sailors fightin up in tha dizzle hall
Oh man!
Look at dem cavemen go
It aint nuthin but tha freakiest show
Take a peep tha Lawman
Beatin up tha wack muthafucka
Oh man! Wonder if he'll eva know
Dat punk up in tha dopest pushin show
Is there game on Mars?

It aint nuthin but on Americaz tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cold-ass lil cow
Now tha workers have struck fo' fame
'Cause Lennonz on sale again
See tha mice up in they mazillion hordes
From Ibiza ta tha Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is outta bounds
To mah mother, mah dog, n' clowns

But tha film be a saddenin bore
'Cause I freestyled it ten times or more
It aint nuthin but bout ta be writ again
As I ask you ta focus on

Can't git tha stink off
Dat punk been hangin round fo' days
Comes like a cold-ass lil comet
Suckered you but not yo' playas
One dizzle he'll git ta you
And teach you how tha fuck ta be a holy cow

Yo ass do it ta yo ass, you do
And thatz what tha fuck straight-up hurts
Is dat you do it ta yo ass
Just you n' no one else
Yo ass do it ta yo ass

Now you be tha mutha and
I be bout ta be yo' fool
I be bout ta hide mah dirty ass deep inside
Yo crazy-ass crimson pool
Da muddy wata runs
Beneath yo' folds
Yo ass won't let me breathe;
Yo ass won't let me go
Now you gonna be tha stranger and
I be bout ta be tha white-skinned son
You'll 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'll 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
You'll feed mah crazy ass wit gasoline
I be bout ta burn mah name up in yo' head

Don't make me wake this, baby
Bitch don't need ta peep what tha fuck I be bout ta do
Quit crying, biiiatch, why do you always make me shout at yo slick ass?
How tha fuck could yo slick ass?
Just leave me n' ludd his ass up tha blue
Oh, whatz tha matta Kim?
Am I too bangin fo' yo slick ass?
Too bad, biiiatch, you gonna finally hear me up dis time
At first, I be like all right
Yo ass wanna throw me out, biatch? Thatz fine!
But not fo' his ass ta take mah place, is you up yo' mind?
This couch, dis TV, dis whole doggy den is mine!
How tha fuck could you let his ass chill up in our bed?
Look at Kim
Look at yo' homeboy now!
(No!)
I holla'd peep him!
Dude ain't so bangin' now is he?
Little punk!
(Why is you bustin this?)
Shut tha fuck up!
(Yo ass is faded! Yo ass is never goin ta git away at this!)
Yo ass be thinkin I give a gangbangin' fuck!
Come on we goin fo' a ride, biiiatch
(No!)
Sit up front
(Well, I can't just leave Hailie alone, what tha fuck if dat biiiiatch wakes up?)
We bout ta be right back
Well, I will, you gonna be up in tha trunk

So long, biiiatch, you did mah crazy ass so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Livin up in dis ghetto without you

Yo ass straight-up fucked mah crazy ass Kim
Yo ass straight-up did a number on me
Never knew me ridin' dirty on you would come back ta haunt me
But we was lil playas then Kim, I was only 18
That was muthafuckin years ago
I thought we wiped tha slate clean
Thatz fucked up!
(I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, nahmean biiiatch?)
Oh, God, mah dome is racing
(I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, nahmean biiiatch?)
What is you bustin?
Change tha station I don't give a fuck bout dis song!
Do dis be lookin like a funky-ass big-ass joke?
(No!)
Therez a gangbangin' four year oldschool pimp lyin' dead wit a slit throat
In yo' livin room, ha-ha
What you be thinkin I be kiddin' yo slick ass?
Yo ass loved him, didn't yo slick ass?
(No!)
Bullshiznit you, biiiatch, don't fuckin lie ta me
What tha fuckz dis muthafuckaz problem on tha side of me son?
Fuck you asshole, yeah, bite me
Kim, KIM!
Why don't you like me son?
Yo ass be thinkin I be skanky don't you
(It aint nuthin but not that!)
Fuck dat shit, you be thinkin I be skanky
(Baby)
Git tha fuck away from me, don't bust a nut on me
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
I SWEAR TO GOD, I HATE YOU
OH, MY GOD, I LOVE YOU
How tha fuck could you do dis ta me son?
(Sorry!)
How tha fuck could you do dis ta me son?

So long, biiiatch, you did mah crazy ass so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Livin up in dis ghetto without you

Come on git out
(I can't I be scared)
I holla'd git out, biiiatch!
(Let go of mah hair, please don't do this, baby)
(Please I gots a straight-up boner fo' you, look we can just take Hailie n' leave)
Fuck you, you did dis ta us
Yo ass done did it, itz yo' fault
Oh, mah God, I be crackin' up
Git a grip Marshall
Yo remember tha time we went ta Brianz party?
And you was like so faded dat you threw up all over Archie
That was funky, wasn't it?
(Yes!)
That was funky, wasn't it?
(Yes!)
See all dat shiznit make sense, don't it?
Yo ass n' yo' homeboy gotz a gangbangin' fight
One of y'all tries ta grab a knife
And durin tha struggle he accidentally gets his Adamz apple sliced
(No!)
And while dis is goin' on
His lil hustla just raised up n' he just strutts in
Bitch panics n' he gets his cold-ass throat cut
(Oh, mah God!)
So now they both dead n' you slash yo' own throat
So now itz double homicizzle n' suicizzle wit no note
I should have known betta when you started ta act weird
We could've.. yo. HEY! Where you going, biatch? Git back here!
Yo ass can't run from me, Kim
It aint nuthin but just us, no muthafucka else!
Yo ass is only makin dis harder on yo ass
Ha! Ha! Got'cha!
(Ah!)
Ha! Go ahead, yell!
Here I be bout ta scream wit you, nahmean biiiatch?
AH, SOMEBODY HELP!
Don't you git it, biiiatch, no one can hear yo slick ass?
Now shut tha fuck up n' git whatz comin ta you
Yo ass was supposed ta ludd me
NOW BLEED! BIZZNITCH, BLEED!
BLEED! BIZZNITCH, BLEED! BLEED!

This is tha room, tha start of it all,
No portrait so fine, only sheets on tha wall,
I've peeped tha nights, filled wit bloodshiznit n' pain,
And tha bodies obtained, tha bodies obtained.

Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?
Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?

These is yo' playaz from childhood, all up in youth,
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck goaded you on, demanded mo' proof,
Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in,
So distorted n' thin, distorted n' thin.

Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?
Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?

This is tha hoopty all up in tha edge of tha road,
Therez not a god damn thang disturbed, all tha windows is closed,
I guess you was right, when we talked up in tha heat,
Therez no room fo' tha weak, no room fo' tha weak.

Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?
Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?

This is tha room, tha start of it all,
Through childhood, all up in youth, I remember it all,
Oh, I've peeped tha nights filled wit bloodshiznit n' pain,
And tha bodies obtained, tha bodies obtained, tha bodies obtained.

Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?
Where will it end, biatch? Where will it end?

Groovin', on a Sundizzle afternoon
Straight-Up couldn't git away too soon

I can't imagine anythang thatz better
Da ghetto is ours whenever we together
There ain't a place I'd like ta be instead of

Groovin', down a cold-ass lil crowded avenue
Doin' anythang our slick asses like ta do

Therez always fuckin shitloadz of thangs dat we can see
We can be mah playas we wanna be
And all dem aiiight playas we could hook up just

Groovin', on a Sundizzle afternoon
Straight-Up couldn't git away too soon

Ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha

We bout ta keep on bustin sunny minutes dis way
We gonna rap n' laugh our time away
I feel it comin' closer dizzle by day
Life would be ecstasy, you n' mah crazy ass endlessly

Groovin', on a Sundizzle afternoon
Straight-Up couldn't git away too soon

Ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha
Ah-ha-ha

Ah
Well, well, well, well, well, well, well
Fuck dat shit, wow, wow (hoo hoo hoo)
I was slippin' tha fuck into darkness
When they took mah playa away
I was slippin' tha fuck into darkness
When they took, when they took mah playa away

Yo ass know he loves ta drank phat whiskey (wo ho ho ho)
While bustin up all up in tha moon

Slippin' tha fuck into darkness
Take mah mind beyond tha dreams
I was slippin' tha fuck into darkness, yeah
Take mah mind beyond tha dreams

Where I rap ta mah brutha (wo ho ho ho)
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck never holla'd they name

Slippin' tha fuck into darkness, yeah
All mah shiznit so I chizzle
I was slippin' tha fuck into darkness, yeah
All mah shiznit so I chizzle

I gots a hoe n' a funky-ass baby, yeah yeah (oh ho ho ho)
Now mah ludd hath gained its fame, yeah

Slippin' tha fuck into darkness, yeah
When I heard mah mutha say
I was slippin' tha fuck into darkness
When I heard mah mutha say
Yo, what'd her big-ass booty say what'd her big-ass booty say
You've been slippin' tha fuck into darknizz (wo ho ho ho)

Pretty soon you gonna pay, hey

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

London callin ta tha faraway towns
Now war is declared, n' battle come down
London callin ta tha underworld
Come outta tha cupboard, you thugs n' girls
London calling, now don't look ta us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten tha dust
London calling, peep we ain't gots no swing
Except fo' tha rang of dat truncheon thang

Da ice age is coming, tha sunz zoomin in
Meltdown expected, tha wheat is growin thin
Engines stop hustlin yo, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, n' I live by tha river

London callin ta tha imitation unit
Forget it brother, you can go it alone
London callin ta tha zombiez of dirtnap
Quit holdin out, n' draw another breath
London calling, n' I don't wanna shout
But while we was rappin', I saw you noddin out
London calling, peep we ain't gots no high
Except fo' dat one wit tha yellowy eyes

Da ice age is coming, tha sunz zoomin in
Engines stop hustlin, tha wheat is growin thin
A nuclear error yo, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, n' I live by tha river

Da ice age is coming, tha sunz zoomin in
Engines stop hustlin, tha wheat is growin thin
A nuclear error yo, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, n' I live by tha river

Now git this...
London calling, fo'sho, I was there too
And you know what tha fuck they holla'd, biatch? Well, a shitload of dat shiznit was true!
London callin all up in tha top of tha dial
And afta all this, won't you break me off a smile?
London calling...

I never felt so much alike alike alike alike.

I-I gots a straight-up boner fo' tha colorful threadz dat biiiiatch wears
And tha way tha sunlight skits upon her hair
I hear tha sound of a gentle word
On tha wind dat lifts her perfume all up in tha air

I be pickin' up phat vibrations
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Oom bop bop)
I be pickin' up phat vibrations (Dope vibrations, oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, phat vibrations (Oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, phat vibrations (Oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations)

Close mah eyes, her big-ass booty somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look up in her eyes
Bitch goes wit me ta a funky-ass blossom ghetto

I be pickin' up phat vibrations
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Oom bop bop)
I be pickin' up phat vibrations (Dope vibrations, oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, phat vibrations (Oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, phat vibrations (Oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations)

(Ahh)
(Ah, mah my, what tha fuck elation)
I don't give a fuck where but her big-ass booty sendz me there
(Oh, mah my, what tha fuck a sensation)
(Oh, mah my, what tha fuck elation)
(Oh, mah my, what)

Gotta keep dem lovin' phat vibrations a-happenin' wit her
Gotta keep dem lovin' phat vibrations a-happenin' wit her
Gotta keep dem lovin' phat vibrations a-happenin'

(Ahh)

Good, good, good, phat vibrations (Oom bop bop)
(I be pickin' up phat vibrations) (Oom bop bop)
Dat hoe givin me excitations (Excitations, oom bop bop)
Good, good, good, phat vibrations

Na na na na na, na na na
Na na na na na, na na na (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do do do do do, do do do (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do do do do do, do do do (Bop bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)

Under a funky-ass blue moon I saw you
So soon you gonna take me
Up up in yo' arms
Too late ta beg you or quit it
Though I know it must be tha cappin' time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against yo' will
Through tha thick n' thin
Dude will wait until
Yo ass give yo ass ta him
In starlit nights I saw you
So wackly you busted mah crazy ass
Yo crazy-ass lips a magic ghetto
Yo crazy-ass sky all hung wit jewels
Da cappin' moon
Will come too soon
Fate
Up against yo' will
Through tha thick n' thin
Dude will wait until
Yo ass give yo ass ta him
Under a funky-ass blue moon I saw you
So soon you gonna take me
Up up in yo' arms
Too late ta beg you or quit it
Though I know it must be tha cappin' time
Unwillingly mine

...

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

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 hooked up (we could be married)
And then we'd be aiiight (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
Dope night mah baby
Sleep tight mah baby

In a hood up in southernmost Sicily
Lived a cold-ass lil crew too proud as a muthafucka ta be skanky
In tha year dat fever took daddy away
They hastened fo' Gangsta shores
Now a mutha n' her lil hustla is standin up in line
It aint nuthin but a cold-ass lil cold dizzle on Ellis Isle
And they look ta tha Statue of Liberty
For tha pimp our crazy asses have Gangsta game

Ong be a Laotian refugee
Dude works up in tha audio trade
Da smoke from flux is fillin his fuckin lungs
Dat punk earnin minimum wage
Spendin spare time down on
San Pablo ave
Once a week gets a biatch fo' tha night
And da thug writes home talez of prosperity
For tha pimp our crazy asses have Gangsta game

Bob be a unemployed veteran
Born n' bred up in tha Downtown Bronx
Dat punk livin off tha streets down up in eastside L.A.
Residin up in a cold-ass lil cardboard box
Now he skits a lil guit n' dat schmoooove muthafucka has a lil' small-ass dog
Searchin fo' aluminum cans
And dat schmoooove muthafucka hold on tight ta his fuckin lil' dignity
Dude started doin thangs tha fuck into Gangsta game

I wake you up in tha middle of tha night
To express mah ludd fo' you
Stroke yo' skin n' feel you
Naked I can feel all of you
At tha same moment

I wake you up in tha night
Feelin dis is our last time together
Therefore sensin all tha moments
We've been together
Bein here all up in tha same time
Every single bust a nut on we eva bust a nut on each other
Every single fuck our crazy asses had together
Is up in a wondrous time lapse
With our asses here here at dis moment
Da history of touches
Every single archive
Compressed tha fuck into a second
All wit our asses here as I wake you up

Dizzle is made fo' our asses ta be amazed
A freshly smoked up adventure always ours ta find
My fuckin dear one, here up in tha deep time
Here up in tha deep time

Dramatic drama of L-B-C
It be a lil bit sniop D-O-double-G
But, somehow, somehow
Please come along wit funky ass tizzlez like every last muthafuckin day
Can I kick a lil fo' G (yeah)
And make it some end (yeah!)
Two pimps n' tha jam is still jumping
My fuckin mama aint at home.
I caught it ta a funky-ass biiiatch up in tha livin room
And they do not live fo' six minutes before gettin up in tha mornin (six playas wakin up in tha morning)
So what tha fuck you wanna do is sheeeit
I have pockets full of rubber n' mah doggy den also do
Turn off tha light n' close tha door
But, (but what) our phat asses do not ludd dem hoes, yeah!
So we is goin ta smoke dis ounce
G up, while you motherfuckers bounce it on this,

Take a peep these hands.
Take a peep these hands.
Da hand speaks. Da hand of a posse man.
Well I be a tumbla n' shit. Born under punches.
I be soopa-doopa thin.

All I want is ta breathe. I be too thin.
Won't you breath wit me son?
Find a lil space, so we move in-between. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. In-between dat shit.
And keep one step ahead, of yo ass.

Don't you miss it, don't you miss dat shit.
Some 'a you playas just bout missed dat shiznit son! Last time ta make plans!
Well I be a tumbler...
I be a Posse Man.

Never peeped anythang like dat before.
Fallin bodies tumble 'cross tha floor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Well I be a tumbler!
When you git ta where you wanna be. Nuff props, nahmean biiiatch, biatch? Nuff props, nahmean biiiatch?
When you git ta where you wanna be. Don't even mention dat shiznit son!

Take a peep these hands. They're passin in-between us.
Take a peep these hands.
Take a peep these hands. Yo ass don't gotta mention dat shit.
No props. I be a Posse Man.

And tha heat goes on...And tha heat goes on...And tha heat goes on...
And tha heat goes on...Where tha hand has been...And tha heat goes on
...Where tha hand has been...And tha heat goes on...And tha heat goes on...

I aint a thugged-out drownin man!
And I aint a funky-ass burnin building! (I be a tumbler!)
Drownin cannot hurt a man!
Fire cannot hurt a man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. (Not tha Posse Man.)

All I want is ta breathe. Nuff props, biatch. Nuff props, biatch.
Won't you breath wit me son?
Find a lil space...So we move in-between. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I be soopa-doopa thin.
And keep one step ahead of yo ass. I be catchin up wit mah dirty ass.

All I want is ta breathe.
Won't you breath wit mah dirty ass yo. Handz of a Posse Man.
Find a lil space so we move in-between.
And keep one step ahead of yo ass. Don't you miss dat shiznit son! Don't you miss dat shiznit son!

And tha heat goes on...

Dramatic drama of L-B-C
It be a ghon becomin a lil 'bit sniop on tha lip D - O - double - G
Somethane etc
Please tha widgetz funky ass ass tizzlez like all all tha last muthafuckin days
Can I kick a reel fo 'G (yeah)?
Make it some end (yeah!)
Da. Pompanna. Da. Da jam is still jumping
My fuckin fuckin fuckin fuckin mama aint at home.
I wit it it gitbangin 'funky ass biiiatch livin room wit catch
They do not live six minutes before gettin up in tha mornin (they stay up at 6 o'clock in in tha morning)
So what tha fuck you wanna do is sheeeit
There is fuckin shitloadz of gum up in yo 'pocket
Close tha door
But our fat ass, yeah, yeah, a thief of thieves!
So, we is tokin.
Meanwhile, tha booty is back ta back wit this.

Yo ass say I be loca cuz I be yo' girl
Yo ass say I be wack cuz I be yo' girl
Yo ass leave me up on tha steps
Yo ass dress me up like a funky-ass boy
Yo ass say dat I be yo' secret ludd
Yo ass say ta be on tha down-low but I wanna tell tha whole ghetto

I wanna bust a nut on mah hood, I wanna bust a nut on mah gun
Drive up in mah lil car
I be yo' hoe n' I'ma protect you

Us dudes do it up in tha back of mah lil car
Pull up mah baggy-ass pants n' fix mah bra
Go on home ta yo' kids
I be goin ta be on tha down-low n' I be goin ta tell tha whole block

[Adlib]
Yah Yah Yah
Yah

[Verse 1]
Yet another, Gangsta Apparel tomb
Feral coon, pussaaaaay scratch fever up in a sterile room
Reviewin Slim Tim Kainez relationshizzle goals while peril looms
My fuckin shiznit will fail me soon
And yet still, complete as a apple core
Rap remind mah crazy ass of tha Applez Store
Too nuff geeks pushin trinkets up in uniform
Clay under mah fingernails
Etched it up in cuneiform
Break up tha nae-nae, then tha Methuselah pop
And I feel like Arthur Milla when Da Crucible drop
Da tragic mulatto is neither
Ajamu Baraka wit a scyther
We is no longer a ordinary peoples
Occupy mah dirty ass like a off-roadin vehicle

[Hook]
And dat DJ over there
Dude tried ta loot juice over Karma
I giggle softly like I be Wilmer Valderrama
Hostin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass show bout Yo Mama jokes
Treat tha last scene like a Aphorism
Like a...
Like a...
And dat DJ over there
Tried ta loot juice over Karma
I giggle softly like I be Wilmer Valderrama
Hostin a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass show bout Yo Mama jokes
Treat tha last scene like a
Like a

[Verse 2: Lorde Fredd33]
Need a straw fo' mah holy nose
Which is broke as a cold-ass lil camelz back
Puff a cold-ass lil camel up in Camelot
Prod n' poke
Yo ass git smoke like that
Yo ass mo' Smokey
Than Smokie Robinson
Robbin some kid named Bruce
Didn't wanna do his wild lil' folks
But shit
They shouldn't of moved
I bop like I be from tha 'raq
I could probably show you tha groove
Yo ass kiddies lackin tha drive
Set alarm n' then hit tha snooze
Respondin ta colored cappin's
By takin pictures up in suits
Keep spittin some lyrics ta me drop a rhyme tha real
(Yo ass can't handle tha real deal!)
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck is yo slick ass?
Silverstein
Freestylin mah pain away on tha silver screen
Heh heh... *pew pew*
And yet another tragic scene
Killed over skittles?
No wonder they take magic beans

Dogg scrilla I be bout ta do anythang fo' you, biatch.
Dogg scrilla just tell me what tha fuck you want me to
Dogg scrilla nail me up against tha wall.
Dogg scrilla don't want every last muthafuckin thang da thug wants it all.
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take dat away from me
No you can't take it
No you can't take it
No you can't take dat away from me
Head like a hole.
Black as yo' ass.
I'd rather take a thugged-out dirtnap than hit you wit control.
Head like a hole.
Black as yo' ass.
I'd rather take a thugged-out dirtnap than hit you wit control.
Bow down before tha one you serve.
Yo ass is goin ta git what tha fuck you deserve.
Bow down before tha one you serve.
Yo ass is goin ta git what tha fuck you deserve.

New X track looking pretty clean

D fo' effort
D fo' intent
D cuz you pay tha rent

D fo' love
D fo' insight
D cuz you heaven sent

I want you ta need mah crazy ass - not ta feed me
I want you ta need mah crazy ass - not ta feed me

D fo' dishes
F fo' floors
Can't make tha grade no mo'

D fo' love
D fo' intent
D cuz you pay tha rent

Yo ass kick mah head
Lyin on yo' ten - yo' ten foot bed
Yo ass say you all alone, thatz just cause, you don't want anybody home
See a smile, make it sad
Take all dat shiznit so bad

>head like a hole
>black as your ass

Yo Joe, where you goin' wit dat glock of yo' hand
Yo Joe, I holla'd where you goin' wit dat glock up in yo' hand, oh
I be goin' down ta blast mah oldschool lady
Yo ass know I caught her messin' 'round wit another man
Yeah, I be goin' down ta blast mah oldschool lady
Yo ass know I caught her messin' 'round wit another man
Huh! n' dat ain't cool
Huh hey hoe, I heard you blasted yo' biatch down
Yo ass blasted her down now
Yo Joe, I heard you blasted yo' lady down
Yo ass blasted her down up in tha ground yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, I did, I blasted her
Yo ass know I caught her messin' round messin' round town
Huh, yeaaaa I did I blasted her
Yo ass know I caught mah oldschool lady messin' 'round town
And I gave her tha gun
And I blasted her
Alright
Shoot her one mo' time again n' again n' again baby dawwwwg!
Yeah!
Oh dig it
Oh aiiiight
Yo Joe,
Where you gonna run ta now where you gonna go
Yo Joe, I holla'd
Where you gonna run ta now where you gonna go
I be goin' way down south
Way down ta mexico way
Alright
I be goin' way down South
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hang-man gonna
Dude ain't gonna put a rope round me
Yo ass betta believe it right now
I gotta go now
Yo, Joe
Yo ass betta run on down
Goodbye everybody
Yo, hey Joe.

Buddy Holly
Everyday

Everyday, itz a-gettin' closer
Goin' fasta than a rolla coaster
Ludd like yours will surely come mah way
A-hey, a-hey hey

Everyday, itz a-gettin' faster
Everyone holla'd, "Go ahead n' ask her"
Ludd like yours will surely come mah way
A-hey, a-hey hey

Everydizzle seems a lil longer
Every way, lovez a lil stronger
Come what tha fuck may, do you eva long for
True ludd from me son?

Everyday, itz a-gettin' closer
Goin' fasta than a rolla coaster
Ludd like yours will surely come mah way
A-hey, a-hey hey

Everydizzle seems a lil longer
Every way, lovez a lil stronger
Come what tha fuck may, do you eva long for
True ludd from me son?

Everyday, itz a-gettin' closer
Goin' fasta than a rolla coaster
Ludd like yours will surely come mah way
A-hey, a-hey hey
Ludd like yours will surely come mah way

I hear you bustin betta now since tha night one year ago
A Chrizzle present; a last resort. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So much of me on show
I fell tha fuck fo' you like a gangbangin' fallin plane wit a cold-ass lil captain whoz ass accepts his wild lil' fate
Da call da thug won't make ta his hoe, "don't remember me so drained of game"

This is tha end, I regret
Because tha tizzles dat bind our asses there bend but don't break
Understand, whatz up in yo' hand
Is a peace out too fucked up ta send

So chill up in spite
Breaks mah ass dat you was right

I braved tha night, I heard yo' news
What you never own is da most thugged-out shitty ta lose
A feelin I've not held since June
I don't remember you dis grey n' blue

This is tha end, I regret
Because tha tizzles dat bind our asses there bend but don't break
Understand, whatz up in yo' hand
Is a peace out too fucked up ta send

So chill up in spite

No mo' will I lie waiting, prayin fo' claritizzle ta fill yo' mind
Commiserating, embracin what tha fuck takes a thugged-out dirt nap up in our asses while we is still kickin it
And you was right

No mo' will I lie waiting, prayin fo' claritizzle ta fill yo' mind
Commiserating, embracin what tha fuck takes a thugged-out dirt nap up in our asses while we is still kickin it
And you was right
And you was right
And you was right

(Into The Black by Creeper)

Life
Our game
My fuckin game
Is expendable
What do you care?
Life is scrilla
Profit is null
Money is game
Profit is null
Life is debt

Bound ta fall up in love
Bound ta fall up in ludd (Uh-huh, honey)


All dem other nizzlez lame, n' you know it now
When a real nizzle git freaky wit you down, you supposed ta drown
Bound

What you bustin up in tha club on a Thursday?
Bitch say she only here fo' her hoe birthday
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty
I know I gots a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shitty-ass reputation
Walkin 'round, always mad reputation
Leave a pimpin' hoe fucked up reputation
Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation
I turned tha nightclub outta tha basement
I be bout ta turn tha plane 'round, yo' ass keep complaining
How tha fuck you gon' be mad on vacation?
Dutty winin 'round all these Jamaicans
Uh, dis d
I know you pissed wit gangbangin, of gangbangin
With no muthafucka ta love, no muthafucka, no muthafucka (Uh-huh, honey)

[Kanye West:]
Close yo' eyes n' let tha word paint a thousand pictures
One phat hoe is worth a thousand biiiatches
Bound


I wanna fuck you hard on tha sink
Afta that, hit you wit suttin' ta drink
Step back, can't git spunk on tha mink
I mean damn, what tha fuck would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Yo, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admittin is tha straight-up original gangsta step
And hey, you know ain't no muthafucka perfect
And I know, wit tha hoes I gots da most thugged-out shitty rep
But hey, they backstroke I be tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it, Thanksgiving
So hey, maybe we can make it ta Chrizzle
Bitch axed mah crazy ass what tha fuck I at prom shit
This dat what tha fuck our phat asses do, don't rap r momma shit
This dat red cup, all on tha lawn shit
Got a gangbangin' fresh cut, straight up tha salon, biiiatch

wished fo' on mah wishlist
Has you done eva axed yo' biiiatch fo' other biiiatches?
Maybe we could still make it ta tha church steps
But first, you gon' remember how tha fuck ta forget
Afta all these long-ass verses

be thinkin i gots yo' dialtone
be thinkin i gots billy baxterz bone
be thinkin i gots a funky-ass bubble-sac
be thinkin i gots a funky-ass big-ass mac battle
hold tha picklez
hold tha lettuce
special ordaz don't upset our asses
all we ask is dat you let our asses
serve it yo' way
too much paranoias
mah mommaz afraid ta tell me
tha thangs she afraid of
i been dipped up in double meanin
i been stuck wit static clin
be thinkin i gots a rupto-pac
be thinkin i gots a funky-ass big-ass mac battle

Farewell ta dis landz cheerless marches
Hemmed up in like a funky-ass boar between arches
Her straight-up Lownizz wit her head up in a sling
I be truly sorry but it soundz like a straight-up dope thang

I say Charlez don't you eva crave
To step tha fuck up on tha front of tha Daily Mail
Dressed up in yo' Motherz bridal veil?

And so I checked all tha registered oldschool facts
And I was shocked tha fuck into shame ta discover
How tha fuck I be tha 18th pale descendent
Of some oldschool biatch or other

Oh has tha ghetto chizzled, or have I chizzled?
Oh has tha ghetto chizzled, or have I chizzled?
Some nine year oldschool tough whoz ass peddlez sticky-icky-ickys
I swear ta God, I swear I never even knew what tha fuck sticky-icky-ickys were

So I broke tha fuck into tha Palace
With a sponge n' a rusty spanner
Bitch holla'd: "Eh, I know you, n' you cannot sing"
I holla'd: "thatz not a god damn thang - you should hear me play piano"

We can go fo' a strutt where itz on tha down-low n' dry
And rap bout precious thangs
But when yo ass is tied ta yo' motherz apron
No-one talks bout castration

We can go fo' a strutt where itz on tha down-low n' dry
And rap bout precious thangs
Like ludd n' law n' poverty
These is tha thangs dat bust a cap up in me

We can go fo' a strutt where itz on tha down-low n' dry
And rap bout precious thangs
But tha drizzle dat flattens mah hair
These is tha thangs dat bust a cap up in me

Passed tha pub dat saps yo' body
And tha church who'll snatch yo' scrilla
Da Biatch is dead, thugs
And itz so lonely on a limb

Pass tha pub dat wrecks yo' body
And tha church, all they want is yo' scrilla
Da Biatch is dead, thugs
And itz so lonely on a limb

Life is straight-up long, when you lonely
Life is straight-up long, when you lonely
Life is straight-up long, when you lonely
Life is straight-up long, when you lonely

[instrumentizzle]

Beetlez n' eggs n' blues n' pour a lil every last muthafuckin thang else
Yo ass steam a lens stable eyes n' glass
Not git pissed off all up in mah bird lips as phat news

Still bein cried n' laughed at from behind
Down far behind dis fabulous, mah turn rules

Beetlez n' eggs n' blues n' bells n' eggs n' blues
Beetlez n' eggs n' blues n' pour a lil every last muthafuckin thang else
Yo ass steam a lens stable eyes n' glass
Not git pissed off all up in mah bird lips as phat news

You'll hang tha hearts black n' dull as tha night
Our thugged-out asses hanged yo' pass n' start bein as you up in ecstasy
(Still bein cried n' laughed at before)
Should I be sewn up in hugged I can by not saying
(Still bein cried n' laughed at from light ta blue)
And should I be hugged n' tugged down all up in dis tigerz masque
And should I be sung n' unbroken by not saying
Yo ass mind not saying

Dude bout ta hang dat heartz black n' dull as tha night
(Still bein cried n' laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Our thugged-out asses hanged yo' pass n' star bein as you up in ecstasy
(Still bein cried n' laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Should I be sung n' unbroken by not saying
(Still bein cried n' laughed at from behind me, from gains)
Hugged n' tugged down all up in dis tigerz masque fo' key

All Y'all git up itz time ta slam now
We gots a real jam goin' down
Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha Space Jam
Herez yo' chizzle do yo' dizzle all up in tha Space Jam
Alright

Come on n' slam n' welcome ta tha jam
Come on n' slam if you wanna jam
Jam playas up in tha doggy den lets go
It aint nuthin but yo' pimp "Jayski" a'ight so
Pass dat thang n' peep me flex
Behind mah back, you know whatz next
To tha jam, all up in yo' face
Wassup, just feel tha bass
Drop it, rock it, down tha room
Shake it, quake it, space KABOOM
Just work dat body, work dat body
Make shizzle you don't hurt no muthafucka
Git wild n' lose yo' mind
Take dis thang tha fuck into over-time
Yo DJ, TURN IT UP
QCD, goin' burn it up
C'mon y'all git on tha floor
So hey, letz go a'ight
All Y'all git up itz time ta slam now
We gots a real jam goin' down
Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha Space Jam
Herez yo' chizzle do yo' dizzle all up in tha Space Jam
Alright

Wave yo' handz up in tha air if you feel fine
We gonna take it tha fuck into overtime
Yo, wuz crackalackin', biatch? Yo ass is smokin tha Space Jam
Herez yo' chance, do yo' dizzle all up in tha Space Jam
Alright