If the sea shakes like an empty maraca, yeah. and, I know, I know, I know, I know. And, she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking? and, I know
If the sea shakes like an empty maraca I know [x4] and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking? I know [x4] Which peacock is beast? Which
C double O chie Baby, let me la, la, la, lick your body Wax that ass, wax on wax off like Mr. Miyagi I'mma eat that plum, pop that cherry, Lick chocolate
who share the last pound will is the same people I share my mill with six zero's in my last mill with bread and wine last supper was some real shit the
'Round the back, with binoculars, not cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so sweet With sugar plums
that like, primo supreme hustler Nappy hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare, little panther Answers to the nom de plum butter Nice, preciser
Yo, yeah yeah, yo what? (Gotta spit on these bitches real quick) Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what? (Word up, doo-doo stain bitches) Yo, yo,
life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes, it's a real good
it can't be - I'd never leave you standing there No, it can't be - I want you here with me And I'll be waiting Remember me? I'm still the same You seem so real
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along and everything starting to hum Still it's a real good bet the best is yet to come The
the illest villains and the worst of bad breeds Ah baby, if you wanna nex my vision You better come with subject of vision I keep it real live, keep it real
fallin' on the ground Well, it's Christmas time, pretty baby And the snow is fallin' on the ground You've been a real good little girl And Santa clause
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything started to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come The best
just not enough, just not enough for me) (Bridge) I wanna be free I just wanna be free Yeah, yeah, yeah... So I'll live to survive and to be real And
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along and everything started to hum Still it's a real good, bet the best is yet to come The
My baby's nice, she's so polite Said, "Please" when she ask me stay the night She's around the house and she love me so real She pickin' up a little bit
Dopehouse boys bout them bones like Bizzy I'm a grizzly, so call the the Oso Pushin that candy, vanilla and a cocoas Ojos, green like your mocos Plum dumb stupid and plum
aim, flying out the mouth Of flying rappers there it is Now ask yourself is this for real? it can't be My n****, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I