Murphy Lee – Scandalous lyrics

coming...around here with their rims and Tims and shit Get
the fuck out of my neighborhood (Ha ha ha) Fucking
eighteen fucking, schoolboy Freaking
'tics man I'm, sick of them they, keep playin' that song They're
stupid [Chorus

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said you don't want to roll where I could go Hard
times Hennessy, and Optimos Twenty
inches on the car gotta, lock the doors 'Cause
these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous Ay

yo I'm, Chachee the Navihater Fuck
shoes I, want the whole fuckin' alligator Murphy
rather put the shoes on a Navigator Size
twenties that could kick it like a soccer player Been
a player since Freeze Pops nigga, Now, 'N Laters I
used to be well connected like an operator I
used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators Woulda'
hit it but, yo I'm, not a good cooperator That's
why the that's, why the people want to get me for pollutin the sky Factory
full a bud got the whole city high St
Louis. peoples can't cooperate without (Without) St
Louis. po-pos want to stop me but I doubt (I doubt) [Chorus

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yo I, happen to be I, happen to be the Young Dude With
the hook up like Black and Blue My
milky flow's cowin these hoes I, make moves True
smooth figga coochie, licker relationshipper, Damn
right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five she, gettin' thicker By
the daily as, a child they couldn't fade me Brotha'
my league's speakin' the truth I'm, only eighteen Do
the math killed, a pig chicken, and cow My
third eye's so versatile it make me smile At
myself dammit I'm, in the backfield like Emmit My
life is a movie got dammit give, me a Grammy or a meal ticket I
ain't picky until I get it we, can still kick it Gimme
a minute to handle business 'cause, I'm real wit' it Soon
as I'm finished yo, we, can deal wit' it Bill
wit' it Lunatic, skills to make a mil' wit' it (Whew)
we, ain't black we, original The
deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical [Chorus

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Lunatics. did it all From
highschool ball to feelin' booties in the hall Skip
school buyin', Nikes twenty, deep up in the mall Me
and my dogs found, a road to make it flow Got
money to go fuck, somethin' we, want it all Done
worked to hard to see it fall Seven
years to get our name on the wall Cuda, called That
did it all 'cause, we cool now pockets, grab for now I'm
like Jordan in ninety-five no, Bull now Promotional
tours now funky, like sewers now Six-hundred
with duals now like, tractors got pull now We
in a good situation like Phil and Shaq On
our way up the hill like Jill and Jack [Chorus

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