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the o [bklyn] - let it all hang out lyrics

yeah let’s get it on
right now
like a fein let it all hang out
[?]
motherf+cker, you now know how i feel

my sh+t biggy bounce like hits on britney, strictly
for the hardcore, come let it hit me
girls wanna get with me
buy me, ship me, strip me, l!ck me
[?] cause i’m trippy
you wanna get drunk so sip me
bloods wanna crip me, crip wanna stick me, sh+t ain’t pretty
bigger b+lls than the belly on biggy
[?] cause i get more jiggy
get high when i smoke a ciggy
like a graveyard people dig me

but it don’t mean nothing when it’s just words up on a track
hear the bass drum come and then i do this sh+t like that

[chorus]

look around and what do i see?
everybody just drawn to me
like someone else
well i guess they know what sells
single file into the place
with a smile up on my face
beggin kyle for a raise
sports my style like mayonnaise
you think i be like you?
motherf+cker you dont have a clue
any sucker who do what you do trying be like you is a motherf+ckin fool
h+ll, what’s that spell?
mental h+ll is where you dwell
and i sh+t you not
wish you rot
beam your head with the laser dot
pull the trigger, n+++a

they thought that institution k!lled me but they was wrong
cause comin’ out, i’m comin’ fast, i’m comin’ strong

[chorus]

aw man
i got these lousy pigs on my trail
they want me in the office, school, college, or jail
man, its all the same to me
all i really want is just to be free
so i know i gotta act with no delay
when these stupid motherf+ckers try to step into my way, i say
motherf+ck her
motherf+ck him
motherf+ck you
motherf+ck us
motherf+ck them
motherf+ck this
motherf+ck that
motherf+ck your motherf+cking ass with a baseball bat
motherf+ck all them punk brutes that choose to lose, need a boost to crew, feel the bruise
imma kick you, smash you, stick you, slash you, rip you, lash you, break you, bash you
and when i’m done see the bodies piles for miles and miles
though it’s just my mental movie, corpses filling up the aisles, cause
i don’t needa [?] for the wars up in my head
when they want me to be them i be dg instead

- the o bklyn lyrics

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