To my Uptown crew, my nephew Hasi Boom on the tapes and all that To all the Uptown DJ's Ron G and Kid Capri and all of them for makin them bad ass tapes
to your glasses Odd Future leaving even niggas in past tense Style is patent, the measures is drastic Either that or they 4: 4, some call them fantastic
to your glasses oddfuture leavin even niggas in past tense style is patent, the measures is drastic either that or they full-force, some call them fantastic
I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm simply gonna try you, crazy [Young Buc] Im lovin' how you look in my eyes Swingin' them hips
I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up sweaty and screamin, cause I can hear them suckers schemin Probably paranoid, problem is, them
and ugly Your bitch'll still have love for me As long as I push a truck, rims chunky Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me Beep the air horn,
: Chorus (Lloyd Banks): Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if
get in them guts I'ma do that straight cat strut So please don't make a brother beg To get inbetween them legs Come on girl, have some pity And give a
y'all) A-freak freak y'all! Freak freak y'all - fifteen! (Ohh!) A yes yes y'all [Put them hands in the air, y'all!] [Yo, now put them hands in the air
horny whenever I'm in town Yellow-bellies, them Cocoa Browns They love to give me that Choo-choo choo-choo sound I toot my horn to all them haters mumblin
Ach so. Eben eher einer so wie dein Ex. Ach so. Chorus Sag nichts, ich wills nicht horn. Sag nichts, ich wills nicht horn. Sag nichts, ich wills nicht horn
rest of the day Sometimes no one wants what we got Sometimes you can't give it away Now the place is ringed with countless foes Some of them may be deaf
wanna hide 'em bad enough I'm staying with Aunt Sally, but you know, she's not really my aunt Some of these memories you can learn to live with and some of them
live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow
quick I'm so into her Baby girl you keep it jumpin' And I love the way you do that little thing with your tongue (Yeah!) Forever realer than the rest of them
laid back, chill bat, smokin them trees But yo I turn into some African bees (if you're fuckin with me) I'm unmatched, unpassed, since way back Up upon them
am From this soul comes the eyes That will look upon your ten Beautiful heads with delight My heart is the one That will tend to your flames And make them
