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Homeboy Sandman
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I got a girl that knows all the words to OC's 'Time's Up' A bunch of others take me out to dinner and try and fuck Cop tried to pull me over on my bike Kill that noise I had to peel yelling 'get a real job fat boy!' My subjects matter and my bones don't break I ain't scared of a bag someone left on the train by mistake I'll fall flat 'fore I fall back I ain't scared of dying This planet ain't all that I restore order off boredom Meet the baddest biddies in the world then forget to call em I ain't even trying to balance Tried moderation and it stank I ain't even got a balance I ain't even got a bank If I ain't getting paid somebody should not care If I came late, be happy I got there And I don't give a damn 'bout clearing a sample Shave and a haircut, shampoo
Loads and loads and loads and loads and loads I been up mad long
This song don't make no sense Most chicks I know don't pay no rent And on some G shit, my name's Blu I rock a halo like a California Angel Knowledge deeper than Apollo or Plato I'll make gold rain down on your rainbow Homeboy Sandman killed Drano 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 'Cause he Mr. Clean with the washing machine My Slaus lean, the awesomest things No use talking to Blu if you ain't talking green Presidential marker versus Sargeant Slaughter ba-barging in your office with the barrel Double barrel like a burger Leave the beef murdered Wake-waking n____s up with the word My mother said I walked a mile 'fore I ever fell N____s need to wash they mouth with forever soap
Loads and loads and loads and loads and loads I been up mad long
I'm down for whatever I talk to strangers Stranger the better My name hold weight without multiple trips Look people in the eye longer than they comfortable with My bad I ain't give a shit when you tried to show me your iPad Or when you tried to show me your iPhone I be too caught up with shit I'm ready to die for Switchblade picking my teeth Stray pitpull licking my cheek Nothing goes down on my watch Super duper bad chick folding my wash No eyelids Bill collectors have no clue where I live Pocket full of stickers and sweet dreams I'm not only the president I'm head of the street team
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