Lyrics:
Poppin' up, poppin' down
Burrowing, making their funny little sounds
Guarding the ground and rooting all around
Watch your dry bones in the prairie
Emmylou Harris & Pure Prairie League
I know that it's supposed to be all over
And I know that I can take it if that's the way it has to be
But ya'
Your limbs and your body playing hide and seek
And not to be cocky but you like technique
Go back to the game you ain't more than a geek
By sitting all
[Storyteller]
Time was running out. The Dream League Force Troops, led by their powerful commander, have already entered the twin spirit land and, in
Black car, but the cocaine seats all white
King Push
You niggas just findin' La Madrina (Pure white cocaine)
I've been sellin' dope from La Marina (Pure
I'm making gold and platinum tracks
I'm in my bag all alone in my habitat
I'm in a class by myself
A league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
A league
trouble in the sky
Comin' closer was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire
When all at once a flame
trouble in the sky
Comin' closer was a sound that topped the devil's choir
Then we knew we had to race a raging prairie fire
When all at once a flame
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Talk yours Tuesday but Saturdays when the beef start
Other leagues losing to us we the league sharks
Bodies after bodies all season call it free chalk
I long for the trip I don't need no grip I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air I guess it's in my hide
Oh the clickety clack
She's the one I want, but I can't have cuz she's way outta my league
She's the one I want, but I can't have cuz she's way outta my league
She's
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
a run battery
Gal de all over mi house since a Mackrey
Drink me like a strawberry daquiri
It go so den
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we need
No bother
Bitch I'm a dog like prairie
You can’t be hearing me clearly
I got yo hoe in the Bentley
But she playing like a rec league
All her friends birds like Jeff
Thing, take my money
I'll pay your way for a real good time
Short trip across Paynes Prairie
I'll have you home by 11:59
Raylene came from old southern
de lifestyle we lead
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we want
You shoulda know by de style weh you hear a chant
Whoa, a pure pretty gal we need
No bother ask
side, grow up
P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me at it was only
Right I showed her my bench
Let my mans hit, when the fan hit
Spend all these
Here upon this prairie hill
Shepherds all are we
Watching o'er our flocks by night
Angels come and see
Steady how the oxen pull
Home is close at hand
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
through the whole thing. It was the third Friday in the worst way and he likely wouldn't be seeing Prairie Wind on a big screen ever again. It was the third
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
our throne, we're in another league
Ahh, fifteen, eighteen
Years pass by, it's incredible
Ah, listen to the decibels
Ah yeah it's a facade all
It's
the way she move that she can't hold it down
Big motion
Y'all already know what the fuck going on
Major major league player check the score
Cause I been
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