November Has Come lyrics
Slow it down some
No split clown Bum, your gold hit sound dumb Hold it now, crown him Where you found them at Got around town Coulda drowned in it Woulda floated, bloated Voted, sugar coated Loaded hip shooter Draw for the poor Free coffee at the banks Hit through the straw None more for me, thanks That blanks the raw That dang sure stank lit Sank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spit Crank it on blast Roll past front street Blew the whole spot Like some old ass with skunk meat These kids is too fast Juiced off a junk treat Who could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat? [Chorus: 2x] Something is not in 2D Where did he go, why you wanted to be? Well you know, November has come Itīs gone away... (Baha) Can you dig it like a spigot? My guess is yes, you can, like, can I kick it? Wicked Liquor shot If you happy and you know it As you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flow it Broke a pen and I'm in cope hymen Dope or rhymin' all worth it then The hope diamond Acquired off the black market Or wire tappin' Couldn't target a jar of spit The rapid fire spark lit Zzzzt! A rapper bug zapper And it don't matter after if they's a thug or a dapper Plug yer' trap or it's maximum exposure The beast got family in numbers asking 'em for closure Aw, send 'em a gun an tell 'em clean it Then go get the nun who said her son didn't mean it She wore a filled-in thong A billabong And said, "Naw, foīrealla? The villain on a Gorilla jawn?" [Chorus 2x]
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