Bellyache

Arabesque

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    [Verse 1]
    Shut your face homeboy, yo it's on
    Quit your belly ache, your bitch and your moan
    Hold your ground, hold your grudge hold your throne
    It's Arabesque and he's officially blown
    To all my headaches, I'm your Tylenol
    Light years ahead of you ask the god
    Thugs do the Debbie Gibson when they hear this
    Backpackers pack there saddle on my penis
    Best thing since sliced bread cut by Saukrates
    Soul strut like Koreans with Bum Knees
    Sy Wyld bring the beat like syameese
    48 cali with those desert e's
    Commisso count my bread count my dough count my biscuit
    I'm the mob's official meal ticket
    I'll send your ass home and that's an order
    Like my pops with a 5 o'clock shadow at the border

    [Chorus]
    Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
    I ain't goin no where
    Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache
    Ayo Get use to me
    Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
    Quit your Belly Achin'
    Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache
    Motherfucker get used to me

    [Verse 2]
    Ya girl got them wanderin' eyes, and you wonderin why
    Motherfucker I'm one hell of a guy
    9-5 on the nag 9-5 on the rag 9-5 make me gag
    Venus is a full time job stay flappin' they jaws
    At Mars policies and laws
    You like way I gassed you up
    You fucking cocky cock
    I'm Palestinian I was born to rock
    It's all real to a brotha you feel
    Hold down the club like my name is steering wheel
    Aramaic on the tongue big Besque on the chest
    Those who want it we can put it to rest
    To all the fakes make no mistake
    This ain't Degrassi High boy son, I don't run with the snakes
    Don't get it twisted b
    Ya mamma does dig me

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    [Chorus]
    Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
    I ain't goin no where
    Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache
    Ayo Get use to me
    Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
    Quit your Belly Achin'
    Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache
    Motherfucker get used to me

    [Verse 3]
    Sand nigga sensation
    If it ain't Paula Abdul its Big Besque on your radio station
    Ayo my people what's the haps
    It's like good will handin' out mics we catchin us a bum rap
    My fam doesn't own a 7-11
    We hold down the bar with the southern and 7
    For heaven sakes, been through all the pain and aches
    Ayo son you know this wasn't a quick break

    [Chorus]
    Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
    I ain't goin no where
    Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache
    Ayo Get use to me
    Bellyache, wooooo that's that bellyache
    Quit your Belly Achin'
    Bellyache, wooooo quit your bellyache
    Motherfucker get used to me

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