those who are still hungry afterwards Candy for dessert All right Judge of the food court, I accept your ruling But how will we decide what kind of food
who you are You're a Food Court Rock Star You're a Food Court Rock Star Everybody, everybody knows who you are You're a Food Court Rock Star Hanging
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say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making chinese food Rude only
sun of gold WE MAINTAIN On sunny days all sadness and pain be relieved WE BELIEVE The breeze blows the leaves in the gypsy king's court WE SUPPORT Food
have some babies She was coming out the shoe store Pretty little thing, a couple of bags in her hand right in front of Macy's And then I saw her at the food court
live Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't workin' So I'm forced to win the bread for the household 'Cause dad was no support Often in and out of court
I'm black even though my skin's kind of light That mean my ancestors was raped by somebody white I'm black so I like to sing, dance and crack jokes Eat good food
Locked up, they won't let me out And I had a long day in court, shit stressed me out Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out Now I'm headin' to the
around the bush like four play And they anticipatin? me like a court date So for the bars im?a charge like the court say And if the court say they know
and everybody act a donkey Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy Bust up in the court
is Hurricane G- What up G? [Hurricane G] They tryin to lock me up G I can't do time cause my time is money I just came from court for some bullshit charge
Kleins spilled on the floor, you just got Dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, H O I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn And people
I know you've been waitin' Still writin' in his diary, the 2nd entry My mama said, "Can you give her 3 dollars For a 5 dollar book of food stamps So
the houses in the ghetto streets They way we live now, we can't last long 'Cause everyday niggaz gettin' they blast on Funerals and court dates, plea
lift clothes and point the mic to y'all Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar? Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall
