L.O.S.T. Nappy Heads
What Up E
Nothin' but my mothaf*ckin dubs
805 hip-hop, I've got California Love
Cruisin' through the city, Henny pumpin' in my veins
My homey's just as f*cked up that's why he's cruisin' both lanes
Swerve into the curb and we just scrape and bring it back
I spill a bottle on my lap and then I laugh and start to rap
Seat leaning back so far I'm almost in the back
We put that shit down in 30 minutes flat
BANG THAT
Ride like we're on spokes but we're on some f*ckin' caps
Besides that we're broke, we'll grab a 12 pack of Pabs
All my f*ckin' life I worked an honest 9 to 5
Yeah right, piss into the wind until the day I die
They say I'll die alone. Who gives a f*ck? I'm down to risk it
I never met a bitch I'd like to sit and shoot the shit with
Since I was born I've been nothing but a misfit
And if the sky's the limit why they cook it in the business
2012 is showing promise and it's just around the way
And Daddy is coming back from Grand Pappy's any day
He's gonna be pissed about the party that we threw
We gotta hide the Jersey Shore, and the nukes and all the brew
HOLY SHIT the ghettos and the starving children too
Hide Kadafi's army with those hookers in my room
Holy Juliani Khan be Bush number 2. Obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so...
GET MORE MONEY and GET MORE HOES
Cus getting more is never gonna close nigga rows
I'm going back to Venice with a sign around my neck
I'll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes
I bring hell with me, everywhere that I go
And the cannon that I hold is my ster-e-er-e-o
I've got a bag of blood that I'm giving to the clinics
So the Christians can finally baptize their babies in it
Violent motherf*cker, Lost Tribe slays the suburbs
Section 8, raised on toast and butter
Lets give a toast to the slumlord Republican scum bags
Uncle Sam helped my Mother but stole my Dad
America's step child, Daddy says Be all that you can be
Now he's crying on his knees while his economy bleeds
Bodybag those bullies with their own greed
I hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be JUST LIKE ME
COME ON
Mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor
F*cked up liver, can't sleep cus I shiver
Limbs trembling, no mixing, f*ck the lemon
Yelling "Long Live Lennon!" - On Thanksgiving
Drunk Uncle, tell the truth to the children
If you're not good you'll go to prison
Listen little man, think about your short attention span
Your mind is not a sponge, it's a mother f*cking trash can
E from the L O S T - Monster Lyrics
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L.O.S.T. Nappy Heads
What Up E
Nothin' but my mothaf*ckin dubs
805 hip-hop, I've got California Love
Cruisin' through the city, Henny pumpin' in my veins
My homey's just as f*cked up that's why he's cruisin' both lanes
Swerve into the curb and we just scrape and bring it back
I spill a bottle on my lap and then I laugh and start to rap
Seat leaning back so far I'm almost in the back
We put that shit down in 30 minutes flat
BANG THAT
Ride like we're on spokes but we're on some f*ckin' caps
Besides that we're broke, we'll grab a 12 pack of Pabs
All my f*ckin' life I worked an honest 9 to 5
Yeah right, piss into the wind until the day I die
They say I'll die alone. Who gives a f*ck? I'm down to risk it
I never met a bitch I'd like to sit and shoot the shit with
Since I was born I've been nothing but a misfit
And if the sky's the limit why they cook it in the business
2012 is showing promise and it's just around the way
And Daddy is coming back from Grand Pappy's any day
He's gonna be pissed about the party that we threw
We gotta hide the Jersey Shore, and the nukes and all the brew
HOLY SHIT the ghettos and the starving children too
Hide Kadafi's army with those hookers in my room
Holy Juliani Khan be Bush number 2. Obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so...
GET MORE MONEY and GET MORE HOES
Cus getting more is never gonna close nigga rows
I'm going back to Venice with a sign around my neck
I'll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes
I bring hell with me, everywhere that I go
And the cannon that I hold is my ster-e-er-e-o
I've got a bag of blood that I'm giving to the clinics
So the Christians can finally baptize their babies in it
Violent motherf*cker, Lost Tribe slays the suburbs
Section 8, raised on toast and butter
Lets give a toast to the slumlord Republican scum bags
Uncle Sam helped my Mother but stole my Dad
America's step child, Daddy says Be all that you can be
Now he's crying on his knees while his economy bleeds
Bodybag those bullies with their own greed
I hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be JUST LIKE ME
COME ON
Mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor
F*cked up liver, can't sleep cus I shiver
Limbs trembling, no mixing, f*ck the lemon
Yelling "Long Live Lennon!" - On Thanksgiving
Drunk Uncle, tell the truth to the children
If you're not good you'll go to prison
Listen little man, think about your short attention span
Your mind is not a sponge, it's a mother f*cking trash can
What Up E
Nothin' but my mothaf*ckin dubs
805 hip-hop, I've got California Love
Cruisin' through the city, Henny pumpin' in my veins
My homey's just as f*cked up that's why he's cruisin' both lanes
Swerve into the curb and we just scrape and bring it back
I spill a bottle on my lap and then I laugh and start to rap
Seat leaning back so far I'm almost in the back
We put that shit down in 30 minutes flat
BANG THAT
Ride like we're on spokes but we're on some f*ckin' caps
Besides that we're broke, we'll grab a 12 pack of Pabs
All my f*ckin' life I worked an honest 9 to 5
Yeah right, piss into the wind until the day I die
They say I'll die alone. Who gives a f*ck? I'm down to risk it
I never met a bitch I'd like to sit and shoot the shit with
Since I was born I've been nothing but a misfit
And if the sky's the limit why they cook it in the business
2012 is showing promise and it's just around the way
And Daddy is coming back from Grand Pappy's any day
He's gonna be pissed about the party that we threw
We gotta hide the Jersey Shore, and the nukes and all the brew
HOLY SHIT the ghettos and the starving children too
Hide Kadafi's army with those hookers in my room
Holy Juliani Khan be Bush number 2. Obama bullied by the bayner and will never follow through so...
GET MORE MONEY and GET MORE HOES
Cus getting more is never gonna close nigga rows
I'm going back to Venice with a sign around my neck
I'll save you from the rapture for a pack of cigarettes
I bring hell with me, everywhere that I go
And the cannon that I hold is my ster-e-er-e-o
I've got a bag of blood that I'm giving to the clinics
So the Christians can finally baptize their babies in it
Violent motherf*cker, Lost Tribe slays the suburbs
Section 8, raised on toast and butter
Lets give a toast to the slumlord Republican scum bags
Uncle Sam helped my Mother but stole my Dad
America's step child, Daddy says Be all that you can be
Now he's crying on his knees while his economy bleeds
Bodybag those bullies with their own greed
I hope their kids, kids, kids grow up to be JUST LIKE ME
COME ON
Mean, bitter, with a taste for the liquor
F*cked up liver, can't sleep cus I shiver
Limbs trembling, no mixing, f*ck the lemon
Yelling "Long Live Lennon!" - On Thanksgiving
Drunk Uncle, tell the truth to the children
If you're not good you'll go to prison
Listen little man, think about your short attention span
Your mind is not a sponge, it's a mother f*cking trash can
Writer: Ethan Manning
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing