Sorry y'all, I had to fuck a super delegate Dream ticket, Ice Cube and Obama American dream, Ice Cube and yo' mama The Terminator, are you Sarakana? Arnold Schwarzenegger, can kill who
of horror Fear, and oh My dear We're gonna change all that Change all that Change all that Change all that Change all that Change all that Yeah Dare
point my gun everywhere when I bust, fuck these niggas I'm in your city, your TV and your radio So don't act like I'm hiding nigga, y'all are just some
still doin' it to 'em, no matter who in the room or who in the build/ No matter who close the show, you ask the party people who stole the dough, they
'm hiding Nigga, y'all are just some scary-hoes [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2] Why niggas be actin' like they know me? Then talkin' my shit All on my dick Now
sound of the men They are working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men They are working on the chain gang That's the sound of the men They are
of actors who never sold a crack in the ghetto Went from Nas to The Esco, back to nasty Clappin? that black heat None of y'all are matchin? my level,
Shooting stars are made for those Who believe that they were chos- En to receive the gift of hope So this is all I wrote Oh Oh x3 (Bait longer than
hippie who smelt kinda funny And next thing they knew they were both pretty hungry And pretty thirsty tooo B double, E double R U N beer run B double, E double R U N beer run All
, she and all her friends are headed towards the band They must've played a songs she loves Well, she's singing to the music the way them hips are moving
All who would one flower destroy, must first cut down this Didycoy! We fought until the last that day to gain a hard-won victory, Sucked in by the thirsty
shame the wise You are help to the helpless Strength to the stranger And a father to the child who's left alone And the thirsty you've invited To come
hell you're the only one who cared So put your hands together for Sally She saved all those young men Put your hands together for Sally She's the one who
Deck)] He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got it, huh, who got it?) He, who writes the songs, he, who writes the songs (who got
's finest, whattup Boo, peace, your highness Yo, I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches
alright To all my people on the left (Clap to this) To all my people on the right (Clap to this) To all my people on the top (Clap to this) And in the
you all One shot bust on the same bullet struck you all And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' fuck you all Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who