my whole team 'bout to smash the streets The Phillip Lim remind them that it's Fashion Week And the weather wasn't barely hot Did I mention that the sweater was a
noise 2008 a G, a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
I'm staring at beauty Nefertiti heaven bone in the chest Yes, everywhere she step went off like a flare gun Stilettos on parquet floors Miss thing, she's a
to play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops a bartender at a country club Me and my cousins from grand rapid was living
of a meal sack Puny little bucks better hit the jake But that doesn't mean nothin' to the heart within You cramped up you and your team, I'm amped up
operation Got to put a right in this crazy occupation Gotta keep it movin' that's the motivation Gotta ride the waves and keep a tight relation With my team
a little game of (Paper, scissors, rock) A lion tamer yelling, your first piano lesson A 4-leaf contraceptive, we play a game of (Paper, scissors, rock) A
your wet dream is out with him (See) Do a lil' yoga, a lil' kama sutra Steakhouse nigga, used to be a Ramen Noodler Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder Pumped a
to wear your sweater 'Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails Oh Hell, there he go again talkin' that shit Bend, corners like I was a curve, I struck a
'm bound by the of burn of your eyes looking on as I'm starting to realize I'm a pawn in your game and this is checkmate as the roses lift their heads to catch a
keep it movin' that's the motivation gotta ride the waves and keep a tight relation with my team keeping moving and doing it right i've been in a lab
pussy unless you like a pop star --. the make-up team dresses him up to look like a cross between donovan and jimi hendrix. with a bottle of beer (double
I don't give a fuck, G, hey hey, we're The Monkees I'll rock a rhyme to the end of the month, see I go on and on like a marathon I sing like Sarah Vaughan
on the right and silenced his ass Nigga on the left, a strangle was his death Motherfucker in the middle, play the monkey caught a cap Sucking my barrel like a
Oh, Team Machine! I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream. We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back Flippin' disco raps used to be whack Now what you hear is what you lack Take a lil' bit of this, a lil' bit
