[Verse 1] Cravin' to bone laid up with Raven-Symone naked Made a clone paid him to spray the cologne fragrance He never came through, useless help If you want something done you gotta do it yourself Open up, open up and let the funk flow in Smoke enough coconut to make you punch Joe Flynn From "McHale's Navy" Does he ring any bells? Maybe Been dead for thirty years I bet he smells crazy Too bad I pissed away the money Dave Chappelle paid me My doctor bills are through the roof I'm gettin' pale daily I pop some pills to end it all like 10 or 12 baby E-mailed my lady let her know I got to hell safely Wait, I think there's been a mistake Somebody must have went and spiked the kids Dominican cake So box up all of my cinnamon and send it to Kate You got a problem you can vent at my wake They say the good die young I guess these grimey niggas live a long time But me and grimey niggas get along fine Man we all tryin' to come up, sundown to sunup Run 'round the dump trucks and gun down you dumb fucks Ugh... gee that hook was horrid I think I'll see if Mama Bear can re-cook the porridge She'd rather meet me at the Casbah for tapas So I can help her understand the Fa-Fa synopsis
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1] Cravin' to bone laid up with Raven-Symone naked Made a clone paid him to spray the cologne fragrance He never came through, useless help If you want something done you gotta do it yourself Open up, open up and let the funk flow in Smoke enough coconut to make you punch Joe Flynn From "McHale's Navy" Does he ring any bells? Maybe Been dead for thirty years I bet he smells crazy Too bad I pissed away the money Dave Chappelle paid me My doctor bills are through the roof I'm gettin' pale daily I pop some pills to end it all like 10 or 12 baby E-mailed my lady let her know I got to hell safely Wait, I think there's been a mistake Somebody must have went and spiked the kids Dominican cake So box up all of my cinnamon and send it to Kate You got a problem you can vent at my wake They say the good die young I guess these grimey niggas live a long time But me and grimey niggas get along fine Man we all tryin' to come up, sundown to sunup Run 'round the dump trucks and gun down you dumb fucks Ugh... gee that hook was horrid I think I'll see if Mama Bear can re-cook the porridge She'd rather meet me at the Casbah for tapas So I can help her understand the Fa-Fa synopsis
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