Bamboozled Lyrics
Bamboozled Lyrics |
||
|
|
|
| Browse by artist name | Search in artists | Browse by soundtrack |
| A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # | A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # |
Bamboozled Lyricsby Dr. Octagon Buy album CD: Diesel Truckers (Parental Adviosry) Yeah, the Diesel Truckers with Kool Keith Marc Live, Jacky Jasper We come international and rational I saw the Grammy's, I wasn't impressed with that A lot of stylists overdressed that Was I wrong? Who was the best at? Two cases on Stoli's, eight thousand for this man you owe me I left the V.I.P. section lonely Me, white folks, Don Juan played the back The women chose me over guess who? Pretty Toney Kid, I got your lady signed to Sony Girls, tell Bobby I'm the real tenderoni New York's best verse carrier You better scoop her, before I marry her Award winner without rims, tap your dime piece without spinners JVC, LL soapbox with the antennas I get hard on aspirin cups filled with Guinness The Ernie Onassis with masters, with Marc and Jack Jasper Sunday clean gators on the pastor Go 'head player, you’s a wallflower Scared to talk to her, I'ma ask her Rep it at the casino, walk in your presence Miami's biggest problem Whack rappers want me out the game like Al Pacino We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach I seen a lot of rappers turn soft, I turn my TV off And thugs got commercials, thugs in commercials And everybody's chick turned gladiator and shit No pimps, no hustlers, yo, where's your whips? No Maybachs, no Lambos on the field Towncar, ridin’ Music Express And yo' the winner is effervescence Your rhymes didn't win, your rhymes didn't get shit They like the way you move in tight suits And gay-ass ‘70 boots You the best example, yo, the industry is whack, yo Now you can bet your label and your Phantom on that See rappers don't want no parts of men They zombies, 28 Days all over again Everybody's scared, runnin’ again They bone crush ya, monkeys in the cage again We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach Celebrity nigga, broke a MC pimp nigga Show up on the scene Trackin’ cream, so obscene You can't come clean, fast money I fiend I know the score, your mother-in-law My money is more, she's leavin’ him poor I know the game, ask Rick James I don't complain and I won't explain Go fetch, I draw the sketch You won't catch, I got the niche The chips won't switch, she's not a bitch I'll take the chips, she's on my dick They flowin’ in, steppin’ on up the money out Hiccup, bitch, shut the fuck up What is wrong? Income's right The street's my wife, the street's my life, uh We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach We pop bottles, washed up models, bamboozled Runny makeup, Celebrities Uncensored Paparazzi, Sunset Boulevard 42nd street, Las Vegas, South Beach
|
|
|||||||||
| DMCA Policy | Add/correct lyrics | Request lyrics | Links | Privacy | Contact us | © STLyrics.com 2002 - | |||||||||
