Lyrics Shaka Zulu - E.U.
Looking
at
myself,
I
see
the
man,
nigga
I'mma
call
it
like
I
say
it,
I'mma
call
you
bitch
made
nigga
Holding
pistols
not
to
entertain
niggas
I
got
held
up
at
the
light
reaching
for
my
switchblade,
nigga
Popeye's
on
his
spinach
with
the
gauge,
nigga
If
I
tell
you
that
the
babysitter's
dead,
don't
play,
nigga
Reach
inside
your
pockets,
dial
H,
nigga
If
you
need
help
with
pressure,
don't
drive
this
way,
nigga
You
know
I
got
schizophrenic
tendencies
I
dream
of
porn
stars
and
pouring
gas
on
my
enemies
If
I
get
a
check,
I'm
not
the
vet
I'm
a
dawg
ass
nigga
looking
for
a
hump
bitch
Shaka
Zulu
with
the
new
do
with
the
TEC
This
is
not
a
purchase,
everyday
life
shit
I've
been
praying
for
your
downfall,
man
But
all
I
see
is
bad
bitches
coming
down
the
hill,
damn
Shaka
Zulu
noodle
and
the
TEC
Don't
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead
And
I
heard
it
from
a
birdie,
it
was
dead
How'd
they
bring
you
back
to
life?
That's
a
star
resurrect
She
bowed
to
her
knees,
want
forgiveness
But
all
I
could
think
about
was
coming
out
of
speakers
She
a
fun
girl
living
on
the
edge
Poppa
ran
a
hedge
fund,
all
his
daughter
do
is
give
head
Said
he
had
it
up
to
head
and
neck
Don't
you
point
the
thing
at
me,
it
could
go
off
offside
your
head
Temple
to
the
brain,
now
he
dead
That's
a
life
learned
lesson,
never
stress
over
bullshit
Wasn't
even
her
why
he
did
it
But
he
found
his
wife
with
his
daughter's
boyfriend,
nigga
damn
That's
some
fucked
shit
over
sex
These
bitches
overrated
and
I
judge
'em
like
"who
next?"
Temple
to
the
brain
from
the
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead
And
I
heard
it
from
a
birdie,
it
was
dead
How'd
they
bring
you
back
to
life?
That's
a
star
resurrect,
nigga
Shaka
Zulu
noodle
and
a
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead
And
I
heard
it
from
a
birdie,
it
was
dead
How'd
they
bring
you
back
to
life?
That's
a
star
resurrect,
nigga
Six
weeks,
had
to
vacay
Ain't
a
resident
in
sight,
just
a
beach,
making
sex
tapes
Sure,
say
the
shit
to
my
face
She
gon'
get
me
off,
nigga,
like
bug
spray
Bitches
all
fake
and
fanatics,
causing
ruckus
with
a
ratchet
Don't
you
put
that
on
your
loved
ones,
you
are
not
my
level
pattern
This
is
Pacquiao
and
pack
it,
peddle
faster
like
a
Flintstone
On
a
roll,
full
of
ashes,
we
just
run
you,
this
the
legion
Zulu,
it's
all
gone,
Zulu,
forever
perished
Ten
bedrooms
in
the
palace
But
your
Playboy
bunny's
ears
full
of
carrots,
I
told
y'all
Shaka
Zulu
noodle
and
a
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead
And
I
heard
it
from
a
birdie,
it
was
dead
How'd
they
bring
you
back
to
life?
That's
a
star
resurrect,
nigga
Temple
to
the
brain
from
the
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead
And
I
heard
it
from
a
birdie,
it
was
dead
How'd
they
bring
you
back
to
life?
That's
a
star
resurrect,
nigga
Temple
to
the
brain
from
the
TEC
I
go
temple
to
the
brain
from
the
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead,
nigga
Glory
be,
lord
to
be
Fashion
so
fucking
unorderly
Move
accordingly,
don't
order
me
You
poorer
than
me,
more
can
afford
the
fee
Word
to
Meek,
100
in
the
dungarees
Who
claim
the
game,
we're
young
living
like
Meek
Click
on
the
tee,
Lord
of
Rings,
you
order
me
Theatric
fairytale's
become
extinct
Fuck
the
peace,
I
put
a
piece
on
my
neck
'Bout
the
size
of
a
Complex
magazine
I'm
not
for
sale,
I
bought
your
dreams
Leonardo
DaVinci,
the
Bentley
boost
my
self-esteem
Bitches
cling
like
the
chain
already
been
doing
the
same
thing
I
mean
this
gold
for
press,
G
I'm
tryna
bob
and
weave,
why
you
chasing
me?
I'm
on
my
victory
lap,
can't
you
see?
Temple
to
the
brain
from
the
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead,
nigga
I
go
temple
to
the
brain
from
the
TEC
Don't
you
tell
anybody
that
the
babysitter's
dead,
nigga
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