LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeNovember Has Come
Slow it down someNo split clownBum, your old hit sound dumbHold it now, crown 'imWhere you found them atGot 'em 'round townCoulda drowned in itWoulda floated bloatedVoted sugar coatedLoaded hip shooterDraw for the poorFree coffee at the banksHit through the strawNone more for me, thanksThat blanks the rawThat dang sure stank litSank passed the pit for more hardcore prank spitCrank it on blastRoll past front streetBlew the whole spotLike some old ass with skunk meatThese kids is too fastJuiced off a junk treatWho could get looser off a crunk or a funk beat?2xchorus:Something's starting todayWhere did he go? Why you wanted to be?Well you know, november has comeWhen it's gone away..(baha) Can you dig it like a spigotMy guess is yes you can like, can I kick it? wickedLiquor shotIf u happy and u know itAs you clap your hands to the thick snot of a poet flow itBroke a pen and I'm in cope hymenDope or rhymin all worth it thenThe hope diamondRequired off the blackmarketOr wire tappinCouldn't target a jar of spitThe rapid fire spark litzzzzt!A rapper bug zapperAnd it don't matter after if they's a thug or a dapper.Plug yer trap or it's maximum exposureThe beast got family in numbers asking 'em for closureAw, send 'em a gun an tell em clean itThen go get the nun who said her son didn't mean itShe wore a filled-in thongA billabongAnd said, nah, fo'reallaThe Villain on a Gorilla jawn?2xchorus
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