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are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
now (what about that?)
I wanna hear some Arthur Conley
Well, what about Edwin Starr?
nothin'
Boy get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa
He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff it
Niggas know 'round my way get ugly
Them two Conley Road
to stop what I'm doing
just to turn around and watch them walk by
At the very next opportunity
I'm gonna give a younger man a try
Because younger men
to stop what I'm doing
just to turn around and watch them walk by
At the very next opportunity
I'm gonna give a younger man a try
Because younger men
the door.
Cross the street, and I'm home.
I remember the days when I was a younger man.
Skippin' school was the only plan.
That's why I never
to man
With the man who used to moan the blues
I never had the chance to get to know
The man the whole world knew as Hank
But I got to know some
Pretty
froze
Like toes on bodies in the morgue
That was put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur Ashe with a tennis racq'
admit she's smitten, by the looks he's given
She lights up when he's in the room
I'm just old news now, that once was
She left me for a younger man
She
leased
To the least of these ; college kids so relieved
Man before 2k19 society was a nice place
But after Arthur's crucible its cold with the ice ace
the dirt like a maverick
Only got choppas and I buy
Rounds by the hundreds
Choppa will make a nigga learn
Call it phonics
Actin' like Arthur DW, boy you done
Street Punk Blues
(Joey Cola Arthur Alexander)
Well somebody once told me that a wise man is just a fool
You got to learn about life on the streets
When I was a younger man
Had younger dreams, had younger plans
Never did I think
I would set foot upon this shore
It comes to me infrequently
Just
blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except for my patent shoes
I make them shine
Well most the time
Except the other day my feet were trotting on by
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
brown
Zone out, turn the lights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with
like Trae the truth
Drop that top and let that bass knock
I rep the South til my face blue
Carolina to Port Arthur, For Bun B, gotta keep it Trill
Rest
real super
Dem man are busters
Chat about grime but they ain't gutter
Old MCs move shooker than youngers
I was in the Blue, did dirt, did numbers
No
the street life
And tried to follow suit
While every night racing the
Street lights
Curfew that's for who
Man what that curb do
Blinded by a faulty perception
Banger and the mash and he done it with breakfast
Sprayed in the crib, man done it with Westwood
Out of the blue like bruddas in Deptford
Real
in the deep blue
Yeah, man have got pills, and powder
Selling that chowder, man are like "yowzas" (yowzas)
Grams in my trousers
We left the house
the square, sell it by the o
I run through snow like a reindeer
The cool kid, got the coke heads nose red like Rudolf
I grind on the strip so hard I got blue
that Ford Runner, jumpin' out with my steel (QRN)
Blue double-R (uh), I might go and cash out on a brand-new 'Lamb truck
Grippin' my Glock, that TRX,
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