Lyrics:
the cowboys and the hippies and the rebels
and the yanks. You just go and lay your head on a
Pittsburgh Steeler fan and I think you're gonna
finally
Kendrick you gotta respect it
Niggas respect me man (K dot)
Stop being some yank nigga it's real
Lotta niggas tryna play gangsta, huh
It's 2004 man you up in
back to kiss
Her and yank up the long T-shirt she wears as
A dress i discover she's
Wearing no underwear suddenly
Her finger finds my pussy and
She is
But they was busters so I gives a fuck
Pop a man in his fuckin' dome
Had to yank for chrome
I forgot it, I was lurkin' in the red zone
When the smoke
the dice in that motherfucker
Straight hole like Yanks in this motherfucker
Shit you just cannot ignore
Pinky ring bigger than yours
And my lean pinker than
She runs home to her foster dad
He opens up a zipper
And he yanks her to her knees
Oh, please be here, please
My friend
Poor Cherokee Louise
with South Americans and Yanks
Not to sound shamanistic but there's medicine in paint
It gets kinetic if you let it, there's a fetish in its strength
Now, any-'is, moonshine
Moonshine do harm to many men
Now any-'is, moonshine
Moonshine do harm to many men
Now, that is the reason why
Yank, I
anchor yank and we will party!
A shanty town, a chanty in Waikiki, and juxtapose
A man with a mystery a blue Hawaiian, capture
His melody,
Stack O' Dollars Trk 14 2:53
Sleepy John Estes
(James Estes)
Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal
With: Noah Lewis - harmonica
Jab Jones - piano & Yank
You shouldn't take it
You shouldn't take it so hard, yeah
Yank it up, baby
Or get yourself a new name
You want a little bit once in a while
Yeah,
Now an' I'm goin' back down South
Man, where the weather suits my clothes
Now, I done fooled around in Chicago
Yank, I done almost froze
Now,
She runs home to her foster dad
He opens up a zipper
And he yanks her to her knees
Oh, please be here, please
My friend
Poor Cherokee Louise
Every Sunday Is A Competition Me See Nuff A Dem A Gwan Like Them In A Name Brand That De Sinten Whe She Where Come Out A Some Chunk Bottom With The Yank
around
From where you're sittin' tell me how you think you possibly know?
The way it feels to get turned away
Never enough, it's day after day
Yank
And give you the which stall
They give me the mate call ( oh baby )
You yank tall
Love is me, but hates y'all
That's why I'ma take all, what pops in
blood from a leech
Spoken rabies
Spastic, plastic, battery acid
Yank on the leash
Draggin' you backwards
Oh, my closed eyes
Never see it comin'
says you'll regret it?
One yank on that udder
Will land your butter
In a sling
First one's free
Cow junkies take heed
Cash Cow, coming to getcha!
general ah mi
Get up and do di ting, I mek yuh gyal bi yank on mi
No matter what dem say, no tek no chat, mi no agree
Súbelo, tensión
Muévelo
But then we hit the bed and she obsessed with foreplay
Hey, she tryna be a lil' player, think she cute too
But I'ma yank her out the game like a loose
yay yay yay
Yank em, when he thinking he better then Nina
I gotta spank em, shank em with the thang
For thinking that we'll come & give up the game
tell em niggas line up
I yank on 'em and throw the Birdman sign up
I seen tha hot spitta, he in this off season
He got the cheerleaders, they like
(All night)
Mystikal, don't hurt 'em now
Grabbing at my pants, you trying to pull it out my pocket
Don't yank on the motherfucker so hard, you're
can you blow my back out? "
And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
When I get done it's smooth sailin once I pull that 'Lac
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