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van full of pakistans - yall so stupid lyrics

[intro]
ahh, yes, yes, yes, yes
yo, this is wyss * yall so stupid radio, and uh
my name is keith washington and uh
anyway, in the background we got my brothers
producer x and yall so stupid, and uh
on the line i got kisha jackson from decatur
ah yes, she said she wants to send this one out
to all the homegirls chillin’ out on [?] so bust this, uh
so um, kisha jackson, uh
we gonna send this one out to you from yall so stupid
and everybody downhill on wyss

[verse 1: unkle buk]
think of the ways when unkle buk and purple haze wasn’t born yet
arythmical reneging yourself from your doormat
so how you didn’t recognize the kid on your doorstep?
i’ll only smoke a ounce but a 40’s all i can get
the ring around thе rosies, hmm
my breath is filthy stinkin’ so i’m asking for some gum
comе around the way and get high with me feel
why do i do drugs?
sh*t, i lost my record deal
so think what comes around goes around
this i’m on a way up and you see i’m comin’ down
from the pleasant ride that you took 20 minutes ago
and now your mother’s a hoe, drug addict on a go
i recognize all men’s survival
and the first step to an addict is denial
i went to rehab [?] and still didn’t pass
’cause ecstasy was pullin’ in some ass
[chorus]
think of all my problems
all i ever do is try to solve em
but all i need is a [?] let me loose myself and
think of all the dumb reasons
different days come with different seasons
but all the sh*t that you shoot i could use a proof
oh my god

[verse 2: logic]
bust it
i toss it to my left like a chef
moved in to the south now i’m housin’ in the west
just kick it like this or like that or does it matter
for real, kids are getting record deals
and a meal on a platter
here’s a word to the wise
don’t believe the lies of the show biz
hey, check it out kids
word to my [?], the industry
is not what it made out to be or not to be
you gotta be a fly emcee
we’ll get into that so i’ll jump into this
twinkle, twinkle, little star
can i make a wish upon this and that
can i growl like a cat?
yo, x, bring me back, bring me bring me back (baby)
[bridge]
yeah, uh*huh
this is keith washington
still down here, yeah
wyss yall so stupid radio
my man logic’s about to continue yknowimsayin’…
like this

[verse 2 (continuing)]
to my fish sticks and grits on my plate
waiting for the day when i could say i had some papes
swearin’ sh*t was okay when i knew it wasn’t great
chillin’ with my n*ggas but i knew that i was safe

[chorus]
think of all my problems
all i ever do is try to solve em
but all i need is a [?] let me loose myself and
think of all the dumb reasons
different days come with different seasons
but all the sh*t that you shoot i could use a proof
oh my god

[verse 3: h2o]
now would you rather sit
getting p*ssed, making fists
or maybe slingin’ rocks with your pops and your sis’
you either out buggin’ with a broom and a pail
drivin’ a bus in the streets or sweepin’ up somebody’s mail
talkin’ about chill out, i’m livin’ corporate
i’m getting paid, word up, child, get off of it
the topic is dead, ya mum and daddy are fed
ya wanna run, hook and tease with a weave in ya head
mom don’t like them clothes that you’re wearin’
tight red sh*t makes you look daring
plus the man that you got has got a lot
to learn about a n*gga beating women should he stop
nowadays h, i should say not
f*ck around i’ll bust the blood clot
you know most n*ggas don’t know how to treat ’em
i like to bug ’em, x likes to beat ’em
they start b*tchin’, h, i start flippin’
in the flash so get that ass in the kitchen
i never slip to get the woman get the best of me
slam dance, back break or try to wrestle me
to many b*tches always getting in my way
find me this, [?], okay?
so if you feelin’ that you better than me
come on and bring it
i run ya down to ya beat
[chorus]
think of all my problems
all i ever do is try to solve em
but all i need is a [?] let me loose myself and
think of all the dumb reasons
different days come with different seasons
but all the sh*t that you shoot i could use a proof
oh my god

- yall so stupid lyrics

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