Robert Caillet, Sans domicile, Sautait dans le doubs, Pour quelques centimes. Il savait nager, il etait maitre nageur, Et savait nager, par misere et
yeah, A man, I'm gonna do some impersonations right A, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer of the B-52's And Robert Smith from the cure
Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique Foxy Brown: (AZ) Let him speak, my dogg is innocent It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto
's I get if I wish I did So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just dissed Justin She just fucked Ben, got pit fucked and dick
got to start giving the props to the living [Chorus] [Shock G] Yeah, Spike Lee, Alex Haley, Brand Nubian, sister Whoopi Goldberg Dick Gregory, X-Clan
The rich throw what they can't eat Niggas you ain't sweet Coughin and gaggin Often I'm braggin Got a big dick to stop my pants from saggin Waggin your
two wives livin' two lives Crew rise American Cream new guys Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines Grab my dick
s not Niggas kept frontin', Brown got popped Word on life, word on my click All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick And I stay true
never said that. . . Mark: We're not groupies! You better understand . . . I told Robert Plant it, I told Elton John, I told all those big guys . . . Howard: Robert
bullets can't scar me I can smell the weak out like safari Play you out like Atari Sacrifice you Hari Kari And I'm sorry, To every single rapper, Dick
the lines of sexual communication Between you and your partner [Verse 1: Trials] Alright listen you're better commited, the lyricism is insane Suck a dick
me ask Nas queens is with me You ain't never sold crack in your life I'm takin your fiends with me My guns smoke like Robert Downey Two shots and a pound
