CHARLES HAMILTON - November 10th lyrics

rate me

Guess who's back with another dope track

It's crazy I may need another prozac pill

I'm I'll but you brothers know that

And if you disagree you don't fckin know rap

I was nice before but now I'm dum betta

I need a girl gone wild with a umbrella

I'm sorry omarion

But I'm all on rion than you hardly are

This the genesis of rap

You a tragion

How the hell can the beat make a party song

I jus did it, just spit it during mardigar

I broke the start button we can hardly pause

I play sonic when I'm blowing that chronic

Pick my favorite rock n roll topic

You hear the rings

I got to go shopping

Stop the flow... Not

You dock the robot

All you do it run

You ain't nothin but tails

You don't use knuckles

You fckin up tails

Whoops... that's disney

Kids should dig me

But their daddy is a prick and he quick to dis me

Swiss do you mind if I rip with this beat

The other gon probably rip thru history

Life is a bitch

Big hip and titties

I am a pimp she gon give me ripsby

Sick too sick to get rip for shit

This is a hit that can't flip the gently

Ya'll think it's funny but it ain't

I got no money in the back like the bitch was swiss beats

Doesn't really matter cause I own this shit

It's me by myself

All alone and shit

If you don't like it hit me on the phone and shit

But I ain't got a phone so blow my dick

Don't take anything for granted, granted

Every single day you been handed, canned

Crazy but you need to manage

And it's how God's see's you're the last one standing

Live everyday like it's your birthday

It's your birthday... it's your birthday

I was born 1987...

My mama was an angel and my dadddy was too drunk to really give a shit

But it doesn't matter

It's my life and it's my world

You other mutherfckers living in

So everyone get a glipse

How a rock star rebel gets down

Gotta go

Gotta live

From negative to positive

After the bridge coast rapping the kid

I mean the kid comes rapping... that's wat it is

Take a rock star girl back to the crib

Play tracks for a bit, then we at it again

Back shot, front shot

Yea I got her dum hot

You so nasty

We only taking jump shots

And she lost cause my g is mean

I mean my j is mean but you know wat I mean

She got a good grip, grip on the ball

But one good block and she hitting the wall

She keeps on traveling, it's pissing me off

Damn they don't make it like this anymore

This is all just a sport when I'm bored

By the way I ain't talking bout sports anymore

By the way I ain't talking bout sports anymore

By the... haha... aw man

Let me tell ya'll niggaz something

I'm bout to be 20 fckin years old... 20!

That's mean I made it thru 20 years of this bullshit

And you know what's the same... my name

Charles Hamilton!

Charles Eddie Lee Hamilton Jr.

But since that bitch ass nigga that calls himself a pops ain't a pops

It's Charles Hamilton

The last living Hamilton... wat up!