Lyrics:
scalp cowboys, now how that sound for you?
Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you
So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound
need quarters I brought, $10 bank rolls
Bags of quarters, I was insane
People thought that I worked there, and asked me for change
But I would get
Just dip down
To the underground
Just bury the shovel
With the surround sound
I bury the thumpers back of the trunk now
She hear the beats in
to the shop
Nigga FIX MY SHIT and run it by eight o'clock
Who she roll with, Clyde that down South Southern-ass drawer nigga
Yo tell him you with Clifton,
please this ain't more than it Seems
This is more than rap
I was broke and low in them broken Flats no gyal by my side just my bro That's facts so I back
Verse
Meet Kentuckiana jones
Mr bad to the bone
Ain’t you happy I’m home
I happily roamed
With Nappy it’s known
We’re taking every city by storm
Im
Guess it just depends on
How I wanna do it
I'm not new to it
I'm true to it
That's why I'm Truth Jones
I Just piledrived this beat
Undertaker Tombstone
Yo
Dre, man
Make my vocals sound sexy (woo)
Come on, man, come on, man
Okay
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's
When I got the word that our Uncle Joe died
I did what we all did, I sat down and cried
Got into my car, headed home for the hills
Back home
on the outside
Heavy weed smoke in the air got me so high
Smoking on that Lamborghini red
I got them cherry Eyes
And when I walk by
They say I violated
All these
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day
And now
quarters I brought, $10 bank rolls
Bags of quarters, I was insane
People thought that I worked there, and asked me for change
But I would get defensive
ain't even heard that word since Davy Jones!
Dem a Press Gang, dem a press gang,
Demma wanna put me in a press gang
Wanna throw me aboard deck
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
and still it's wonderful
But y'all don't hear me
I'm right behind the wheel but it's God that's steering
I'm something special In The making I just got
thick and creamy and seasoned just right! (Love it)
Roasted a golden brown and set with oyster dressing
Mmm, sounds wonderful
Then that's what I'm gonna
Ey yo we here and we made it boys
We winning, what a wonderful feeling, go on and make some noise
Feel I could conquer the earth
And if I close my
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!
白い雪のように 小さく揺れる花びら
ただ歌うことだけ大好きな私が
心の引き出しに夢と一緒にしまった
泣き虫な自分と 巡り逢ったMessage
気づかずに一歩を強く踏み出せたのかな
Light up the world by the song
The song that only I can
an instinct rhythm in synch with think ink let the drums sound
As it pounds like my heartbeat it's part of me that's partially buried in my history
I'm
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make twenty-four-sev,
And I'm talkin' thousands we can add that to the stash,
God damn--forgot
Ah the Butcher comin', nigga
We gotta turn this shit up
I’m the one I'm the nigga
That all these niggas wanna
Be, they ain't gon’ say
Nothin' on they
Thinking of a beat I’m making a rhyme
Thinking of a beat I’m making it rhyme
Thinking of a beat I’m making a rhyme
And this rhyme it sound good hear
Tom was born in 1942 with eyes of blue
And the doctors said that his birth was far too fast
His heart stopped twice but yet he survived
As he took
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