I
think somebody should have warned them.
I think it's about to go down.
I think somebody should have learned them.
My whole crew came to clown.
Here's my cup.
Put some beer in it.
Here's my cup.
Put some beer in it.
Here's my cup.
Put some beer in it.
Put some beer in it.
Put some beer in it.
Oh no, time to overthrow the system.
Hard tap victim vision to keep real.
Hot iron hip hop belief in grief stricken.
Motion to the mountains as we charge past the field.
Who rep the replicates of rare stag rarity?
Spit more freeze than prep speakers for the charity.
Clarity, what a hilarious concept.
A search engine lurk,
see who hadn't gotten by him yet.
I want to move their peace be the journey.
Running cool air between my bloody table tourney.
Circa 99, age to diamond, some change.
Prospect Project, protect the right name.
Hold the four downs,
gotta pop it to the quick stop.
Who this cat wearing PJs and flip flops?
Fist cocked, real fat like Manna Cottie.
A straight hand from straight hand,
too fresh you can't block.
I think somebody should have warned them.
I think it's about to go down.
I think somebody should
have learned them.
My whole room came to clown.
Here's my cup.
Put some beer in it.
Here's my cup.
Put some beer in it.
Here's my cup.
Put some beer in it.
Put some beer in it.
Put some beer in it.
I think I'm drunk enough to kick the second two by eight.
I'm too fly way.
Y'all just the sweet
sons of Munford.
Movement in the undertow.
I advocate to overthrow and simply put my future
is just too love and comfort.
Howdy do pudgy start swinging for the bleachers.
My squad feed on weed.
Beats and free thinkers.
Where your top went, hop Scott shot the lid off.
Swear to block pop been ill since the get off.
This call might just be permanent.
He cool be you and put thought in how you worded it.
Crack open a stogie like a
medical procedure.
Full of folly paired with an incredible demeanor.
Prince
Fielder, your boy started with the sound.
This beat fired up now I'm dicking it
down.
Freestyle, true fighting.
Roll and fire them.
The rough around the diamond.
Buzz roots back to Ireland.
Now go and put some beer up in my cup.
Leave the bar smashed drunk throwing up in the truck.
At the party get drunk.
Show your lady my junk.
John Krupp big body talking game with slut.
Yo,
I think somebody need to learn them.
You know I'm running game for them bills like Thurman.
Ernie Osteen homie gon' peep the sermon.
Fire up the Dutch.
Hit the clutch.
Now we swerving.
Stay with an entourage.
R.E.G.
Major league over here.
It's the R.E.C.
Step on the microphone and get retarded.
B. Take shots to the dome till I can hardly see.
My team stay winning like the Yanks in the 90s.
Sharks getting tank bill and Ernie to grind me.
Spit raw got my crew right behind me.
Y'all motherfuckers can't deny perfect timing.
I think somebody should have warned them.
I think it's about to go down.
I think somebody should have learned of my whole room came to clown.
Means my girl watch some.