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letra de sega zoo - charles hamilton

i’ll buy you a car with your name on it. ’cause you “wanna put your name on it!”. i’ll fly through the stars with the game on it. ’cause you wanna spit game to *it*. and make the game get on it. hey. i’m sorry. it’s a dangerous bond. when people say, “hey! my mom was lookin’ up to you and listening to you!” i’m like, “dang. my mom i be lookin’ up to and listening to! so we on!” but we ain’t having parent/teacher night. i be embarr-ssed when the night comes. ’cause the right one probably is not even carrying the mic the way it needs to be. so *it* p-sses it to she. who is she, and what is she to you? probably your cousin. or a lover. nothin’, if it’s true… and that “nothin'” is basically “we not f-ckin'” ’cause facing me means… your budget gotta be… me and you. two

i love y’all to death
y’all be lovin’ my stress
and i love it when my pets say…
“charles, come and pet me!”
all of the stress seems fallen to death
’cause i love it when my pets say…
“charles, come and pet me!”
“charles, come and pet me!”
“charles, come and pet me!”
“charles, come and pet me!”
i love it when my pets say…
“charles, come and pet me!”
“charles, come and pet me!”
“charles, come and pet me!”

i ain’t lose my moment in the spotlight. i simply got blinded. and i thought fame was… not right. so, i don’t care about the top 5. i say “hi” to my top guys (in their top hats), and i c-ck back my psygat and say “hi! i hope you like *that*!” hi george! hi dilla! hi jack! then i climax in a chick who’s so bad, that her thighs might crack if i hit it so bad. but a nigga’s so rad, i can get an old character, get the digits, throw the blunt, then i hit the old cl-ss. called the clouds. even higher up. i need to be breathing something higher to get me up. but i don’t even believe that i’m breathing. so i’m dying and lying when i say i’m breathing. ’cause i am tryna nut. and basically, if you’re as poetic as i get, my nut comes from my psy stuff. i’m up

playing on the congas. probably the behind of my mama. i like to call her bahama. she might be a banana in her pajamas. i hope she don’t think i only like her because (of) her punana. because… the reason why is because she was an honor to even meet. i was being a dj at an event where people were just meeting me and seeing me scratch for the first time. now i’m calmer. i gotta be (probably) dali lama. maybe siddhartha, baby gautama. still won’t go any further ’cause these niggas want problems. then, they don’t want problems. i’m not a stuntin’ problem. but i’m something of a “problem” when i be robbing niggas of they lyrical sk!lls by saying i’m a calmer. like i just said. hating me would be karma. karma’s a b-tch. i like her, because i’m on her

- charles hamilton

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