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Albums:

Betty Wright Live/Travelin' in the Wright Circle (Betty Wright) · The Wright Stuff/O.V. Wright Live (O.V. Wright) · The Wright Songs: An Acoustic Evening with Michelle Wright (Michelle Wright) · Jaguar (Fred Small) · Jaguar (Fred Small) · Jaguar London Calling Collection (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Jaguar (Nerissa Nields) · Toolroom Knights: Mixed by Jaguar Skills (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lo Mejor De Saul "El Jaguar" Alarcón (Saul "El Jaguar" Alarcón) · Place To Place (Robi Botos Trio) – and 90 other albums »


sands
Close by the southernmost waves
Where sweet Betsy Wright
Cries tears every night
Onto his southernmost grave.
And on his tombstone say the words
toupee
It's dumb I know but it pays okay

& did I mention I moved out
I got my own place off of South
& I've been living hand to mouth
For going
Bite somebody sug', and they gon' bite you back
You busy smilin', smilin', grinnin' in my face
Whole time tryin' to take my place
Now this is for
of a pistol
Lookin for clues that end up in wronge places
So many troubles and so many faces
Got blood on my hands from some crocked decisions
Blood on my heart
tan (ooh!)
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland

Bit why'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz
that
a sauna

Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time)

To raise my (Hey Young World)

Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright

Trying not to boogie with the devil take my
though up here and appear to please

Stay on my knees with the greatest of these, love
Made of pure intention, let me mention it's like

If it wasn't for
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
to stop the madness

Yo, we in the place
(Now whut's up?)
DJ, pick up the pace
(Now whut's up?)
Gyrate, feel the bass
(Now whut's up?)
What the deal, huh?
a light
Image is nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite
Tonight's the night
But my name ain't Betty Wright
It's Mr. Bones
And aggrivating hoes please leave me
advice costs nothing, and it's worth the price
The world's a better place,
Since I gave the human race
My good advice

A man named Mr Waterman
in my life
 Love is what destroyed my life, life
 
 [Jaguar:]
 What a chick gotta do to get some love?
 What I gotta do to say enough is enough?
the place
That's why a smile's on my face
I got styles that you trace with haste but I'm too deep
Lots of the ladies I meet, I must be sweet
So I say hold
real talk, if you walk the walk
This for all my niggas surrounded by yellow tape and lined in chalk
We spillin some liquor for y'all, y'all free now
(you see it)
I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it)
You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it)
It's a truck but it's made by Benzo
Well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars
And we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars

[H.A.W.K.]
Down south we bout that dolla dolla
Grab
like lumber
If hun wants to swing ep', she takes my beeper number
The skills go back to the days of flippin' coins
Pasttime readin' books by my man
tracks back to my birthplace
A hollogram, seein' things never there
In the first place
Chase my image like a figment
And fantasy, What you tellin' me?
operating rooms being fed by intravenus
seen as off the radar, my dark laser
will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars
a powerhouse, brute force
the trash but they call me Weapon Waist
It's like you moving from the projects to the Hamptons
The way my hammers be sending bastards to a better place
Wright
Jarren Benton
DJ Hoppa
Let's make it

Ye-yeah, who the fuck I rep? Can you remind me
It's Funk Volume till I D-I-E, my nigga
of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by