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Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Tractors (The Tractors) · Have Yourself a Tractors Christmas (The Tractors) · Pig Latin (Billy Bacon) · The Harold Pig Memorial (Circus Devils) · Rib Tips & Pig Snoots: Rare & Unreleased Au-Go-Go Soul, 1965-1971 (Andre Williams) · Blind Pig Records' 25th Anniversary Collection (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Guinea Pig (Angry Salad) · Pig 'n Whistle Red (Blind Willie McTell) – and 90 other albums »


here
I got a moonshine stash in a cypress stomp
And a catfish line going, bom bom
An old tractor tire where I sit by the fire
And drink to a sweet
And over in
the burnt yellow tent
by the frozen tractor, the
music was like electric sugar
And Zuzu Bolin played
'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty
Tiny
tryin' to fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They want
tryin' to fight me,
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G,
And any hour of the day ya know I might be,
Harassed by a pig real fast,
They want
A glass ravine / The low clouds which wink
The boughs burnt diesel and burning pig
Wide rutted streets
"666 Park Avenue", yells a big red sign
the city talkin pig latin 
In fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest? 
Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheap 
You bought your
and you've got forty-three
Now I've got a bran' new combine harvester and I'll give you the key!

I drove my tractor through your 'aystack last night
(Ohh
Another nigga killed by these fucking cops, yo!

What? Word? Psh

See that's why I gotta get the fuck outta here man, I need some fuckin' peace I need
I ain't seen shit
I ain't heard nathan, I dont know what happen
I dont speak pig latin
I am a motherfucking true when its us against you
So fuck
figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin' thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
good
"Niggaz got mad coke inside a Luvs... Luvs Pamper box nigga"
Ya niggaz is stupid

That nigga pussy doin pig Latin
He can't come to the hood
talk in your sleep, pig Latin
drunk, the next mornin' actin' like I didn't happen
should I cheat? give me reasonable doubt
is the next Man trickin'
and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin'
But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig Latin
I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait
Plus I eat
money, I got arthritis
So cold I frostbite 'em, no Pig Latin but I hog-tied 'em
If she gets this business then I (make her fall in love)
With a nigga
stop til they get tha millions
In a whole nother century
Tha d-loc n dalima chemistry you can never cross
(pig latin I think ? I could never make it
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
If I can't get no motherfucking satisfaction
We don't snatch kids, here we go nicknapping
Tell ya in plain English, not in Pig Latin
My enemies just
[Chino XL]
Puerto Rican superhero!
Yo, XL eternal my journal, Sojourner, Nat Turner
Cop murdered by the certain burner turned in the back of his sternum
He
to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin:
Uck-fay ou-yay itch-bay at-lay a-igga-nay-play, 
And free Keith Mur-ray
jackin' blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uck fay ou yay itch bay at lay a igga nay play and free Keith Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred
enforcement
Be short with all of yo' shit
Keep yo' business to yourself and don't get sloppy
Talkin' pig-latin keep you employed
Sizzoldiers with choppers
killer, who works by the phone book

For you I got a lot to shoot my songs in here
My rhymes are hotter than a prostitute with ghonnerea
On the mic I
relationshipper
Damn right, I'm wit' her 20, 4, 5, she gettin' thicker

By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
Brotha, my league's speakin' the truth,
Luther King Drive
Whole team getting high, on phones
We learned different codes of pig Latin
So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns
Luther King Drive
Whole team getting high, on phones
We learned different codes of pig Latin
So the jakes don't follow our trail with sick patterns