Census Bureau lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro: Kon Artis]
Yeah, we straight from the census bureau
Haha, (Runyan Ave)
[?] [?] [?]
We lookin for your momma (D12)
Heh ha hah (Ah hah)
Where your momma at? (Miko)
Where your momma at? (Young Zee, ay Dame)
Where your momma at? ([?] [?] [?] ah ha hah)
I wanna f*ck that b*tch
Her stankin ass (Ay Em where your momma at?)
(Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Uh huh, yo
Heh heh

[Verse 1: Kon Artis]
You know me, Denaun the same ol' n*gga
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O n*gga
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin n*ggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, n*gga be out
You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sew, that sh*t you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat - I ain't a ho!
[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]
You know it's been a while but we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'f*cker, n*ggas killin it now)
Goddamn! You don't want no problems B
(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
It's that same ol' sh*t, n*ggas back again
(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed
I'll be makin all these n*ggas wanna take a beam
And put it right on my head
You don't be takin heed, you probably idol the Feds
Havin meetings to recite what I said
Liable to have you in a medical room
Walk in that b*tch with a cell phone then turn it on
"You fittin to die holmes!" {*explosion*}
Got a chrome that be f*ckin up sh*t worse than I
You would swear that I'm a Gemini
I kill a guy for nothin - eye to eye
And I ain't gotta touch them n*ggas face soon as I say somethin
Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
You would think you in Death Row's office (AHH!) {*gun clicks*}
(Hang a n*gga!) I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
Survive and I'm gettin up high without a flaw b*tch!
[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]
You know it's been a while but we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'f*cker, n*ggas killin it now)
Goddamn! You don't want no problems B
(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
It's that same ol' sh*t, n*ggas back again
(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Verse 3: Proof]
I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ
Get to cappin at your captain 'til he fall outta life
I'm all outta nice, n*gga tuck your chain
Put holes in your head and finger-f*ck your brain
Fool f*ck this game, I'm poppin at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin was broke
I ain't feelin nothin you wrote so I'm stompin your throat
Show up at the hospital and start punchin your folks
I'm a uzi with arms and legs
Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head (WHAT!)
You wanna take what my 40-cal since you b*tch-made
Spittin the right game so yo' ass can get laid
The f*ck down, I don't give a f*ck now, whassup?
Talkin bout "Clappin" - quit actin, you barely bust nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
And I'mma kill every man that came with you
[Verse 4: Bizarre]
Yeah, yeah - KNOCK KNOCK! Guess who showed up?
44-mag and tear your whole door up
Pink shower cap and, yellow drawers
My di*k's so small, I can pee on my own balls (hahaha)
When it comes to pus*y, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh (eww!)
So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin stoned with Norah Jones

[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]
You know it's been a while but we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'f*cker, n*ggas killin it now)
Goddamn! You don't want no problems B
(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
It's that same ol' sh*t, n*ggas back again
(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Verse 5: Kuniva]
Yo, I chuck n*ggas daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
A triple O.G. like Tray Deee (whattup Loc?)
I stay sparkin, b*tch I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and won't say pardon - be cautious!
Hidin from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, p*ssin on your toilet seat
n*gga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me
b*tches all over me, +Sayin Yes+ like Floetry
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain't no ho in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob n*ggas 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda
And you know that I'm the Shady type, the crazy type
That's probably why promoters never pay me right
We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I'm bout to bust a Huey and spray up a f*ckin school again

[Hook: Kuniva & (Kon Artist)]
You know it's been a while but we feelin it now
(The rough sound muh'f*cker, n*ggas killin it now)
Goddamn! You don't want no problems B
(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
It's that same ol' sh*t, n*ggas back again
(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)

[Outro: Bizarre]
Yeah.. D-12
Devil's Night.. part two..
The drama.. continues..
KaySlay.. hahahaha..
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