Lyrics:
a syllable shotty, sippin 40's
Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw
L-A-W, the Lyrical Assault Weapon
L-A-W, this might trouble you
For all the B
and push comes to shove
Is all that I have always enough
Do you love to be wanted or w-w-want to be loved
You're just so pretty girl you can't help
Not to be seen
You see me In fashion
Thick bitch
Six one Three
To her ass
With Them lashes
Flee w. Me
Through traffic
Ain't broke or boring
Ain't
Pera pap pap pera paaaaaap
Tubirubiruuu
Chusbinoooo og
Tubiru biruuuuu
Ben q,
Ben w,
Be be be ben w.
Written by Billy Cox
(As recorded by Webb Pierce w/ The Wilburn Brothers)
There's a ramshackle shack
In old Caroline
It's callin' me back
Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof's room slept on floor of 'da motel then
Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah"
them guys up but I put 'em to sleep
I'm the B.O.W, who? W, oh
W and these cats know how it go
Since thirteen, I been known for bumpin' out that
Yeah you bad shorty can I come & rock w. you?
We can do some things that you thought were impossible
You say you love me but that statement don’t
when things dont go my W. A. Y
Dats because i got a P. U. R. P. O. S. E
To fulfill before i die
Inthe mean time
Ska ba ba wara
Ska ba ba wara
Not even
of America,
Plus the Declaration of Independence.
[GEORGE W. BUSH]
I believe that uh, people who are gonna commit crimes shouldn't have guns.
[GEORGE
(NO ID)
Who are you tryna be!?
You sounding like me
A troubled youth w. anxiety
Misunderstood by society
Looking for Ws losing my mind
And I feel like
Wake up
目を 目を覚ませ
Wake, wake up, B-B-BTS
Wa-wa-wa-wake up
目を覚ませ
Wa-wa-wa-wake up
B-B-BTS
W-A-K-E U-P, wake, wake up
BTS 目を覚ませ
B-B
slow
Dr.N3farious Dubois
Back to the selling the bows
I stay with the gang the bros
W. E. Be together da boys
Said on my journey
I'm really just finding
Make no mistake
You and I will sleep together again
And I probably won't even want to
When it happens
You'll see me in some café on W. 4th St.
Under
i been in the streets, making money moves, cardi b. How u niggas eat, making dummy Moves, hard to see. I can get you hit on target, like it's
[Music: Flo V. Schwarz, T. Eiermann & W. Maier / Lyrics: Flo V. Schwarz]
You know what's in between, what you've ever seen
I show my innerself, show
to nine
I can scoop up a great big dipper full of lard from the drippin's can
Throw it in the skillet, go out and do my shopping, be back before it melts
can fit in my shoes
Give you sweat tears and blood & still be cripped w. The blues
Maybe I’m Langston Hughes or maybe my dream deferred
Maybe I'll grip
When your arms are empty, got nowhere to go
Come on out and catch the show
There'll be saints and sinners
You'll see losers and winners
All
When your arms are empty, got nowhere to go
Come on out and catch the show
There'll be saints and sinners
You'll see losers and winners
All
]
"Oh, it's true, it's true! Come on Dread, get 'em off"
[J.D.]
"No, what do you take me for!"
[W]
"Come on, don't be shy"
[W]
"Now doesn't
I'm kickin', I'm kickin' the flow (yo)
Rock to the F-L-O-W (wait a minute, Minneapolis, Minneapolis)
Just like you're supposed to do (Minneapolis,
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