Lyrics:
Ye ain't big-big whippin'
Ye ain't steady tip-tippin'
No girl gettin', homie
You ain't fresh azimiz
Think ye is (think ye is)
But ya ain't (but ya
After all these miles, fam
I really need that
Hammer down now let the mileage roll on
Town to town in this big ole van for so long
Smoked all out
All the girlies with the pretty little panties
Turn around, let me smack both them ass cheeks
Throw your cups up if you'll get nasty
Whoa
Oh,
rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Big Bill Broonzy - guitar, Blind John Davis - piano
William Mitchell - bass
Album: 'The Blues' Sonny Boy
get low DBGM on that bullshit
No love for these niggas not even a little bit
Big boy AP rolling I'm flushing that little shit
Geeking to swing that door
in this little old town
Winter rolls around
Freezin' up my brain
Sayin' you'd better move around
Before you go insane
Summer didn't lie,
don’t know-
If they drove by on Friday night
They’d see a mile-high bonfire light.
This little town’d start to glow.
We raise a glass
To all the cars
the best in the town, goin' up so fast, give me my crown
Tryna take my lines up on the beat, come on little boy, just stop that now
I grab my Glock, I'm
match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too Short fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
of money
But it was still the best time of my life
‘Cuz I’m a small town boy
With a big old dream
To make it on stage
In the big city
They may not know my
dinner opposite Sebastian
Oh, Sebastian!
Sebastian was a little boy
Sebastian had a big-big head!
He was like an ugly attic toy
And no one wanted
left
Aint no way
Ig we go left
Fuck all the rumors
Whats there to confess
Unless a big hit
Ig its addressed
Yuh
Whats there to afford cuz u
ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
and give a loc a little dap when he walks through
[Verse 1:]
If there be a dope
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
you a little story about the Sugarhill gang
With the pow pow boogie and a big bang bang
And if you want to rap to the Sugarhill to the beat
Gotta
by the place
Drive so fast its hard to just see straight
Drive so slow its feels like I stagnate
Pass by streets with life in all states
Towns like
before I won it all, I was gonna bin it
Have a little faith, listen to your spirit
Yeah, hanging onto this like Mike on a hoop
Unaffected by radiation
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
and I stash all my sons mons
A little man to look after
Taking rap as a joke but I see no laughter
To man Charles Suitte and big tig in Atlanta
But i don't feel shit off a perk and a bean
Ya Im whipping round town windows down in a beam
Big boy bands had to run up the racks
Bad bitch with
from miles around
In my lonely room I sit
cnd watch all the pretty girls leave town
There's not much to do here
It's a sleepy little place
Where no-one
They say it started in the East where the apple was
But out West we be throwing them apples up
They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight
They
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