I know why they jock, I know why they jock I know why they jock, I know why they jock See, we came a long way from food stamps And to thank God I
point sun Hold tight grip on the +God-U..Now+ you best be careful! Can't dodge two (??) aimed at your domepiece +Father-U-C-King+ police!! [U-God] Somethin
're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? [Verse One: U-God] Yo,
the number one draft pick Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula Track truck diesel, play the weed God
first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible [Verse One: U-God
the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with
your words And your lies and approach you And have my Dogs come and Ghost you When it comes to the bread son, the heat will toast you [U-God] Music
from my hocus pocus And so I learned to earn my currency And over time [echo] Affiliated Clearly click a military mind [echo] May god forgive us
the world President Carter What up man [Verse One:] Dear Fall you might not know what my album is called its Lupe Fiasco's Food and Liquor. God willing
am tight Make you no try to hurt no body Make u dey watch your side I begi biko biko Omoge no bi fight and she said (All this on me) Boy u know say
Yes indeed we blowin' up with speed Come to lift the part up with the rhymes we weave All woven shorty styles not jokin' Not a buffalo Bill so u know
And any chance at love is shot I'll take this sign to Try and show u a way out But once you enter You'll know what I'm screaming about My god what
you, under the tree F.U.C.K.I.N.G , Aye All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di , Nor S.U.C.K.I.N.G , Gal You are mi Q.U.E.E.N , So Mi I your K.I.N.G VERSE 1:
you, under the tree F.U.C.K.I.N.G , Aye All mun fi bow, dem wicky Di , Nor S.U.C.K.I.N.G , Gal You are mi Q.U.E.E.N , So Mi I your K.I.N.G [1] Di first
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