Lyrics:
return!
Only in my deja vu
We walk towards the dawn once more!
Down, down back to the ground
Enchanted by the sacred sound
cngels flying at my door
hand out mi know that's a fact
Graduate now from selling rock
Have mi owna things now versace on my suck
Gal inah mi bed dawg playing in my locks
Living
a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,
Who needs a pot to piss in?
That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
a nigga over in the Rolls if he in the way
I'm loaded, racked up loaded
Back up nigga, I'm way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
the court rom my trial began
Where I was held by twelve honest men
Before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.
In a bout
no friends for to go my bail they slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail
Into the courtroom my trial began where I was handled by twelve
talking back, bih
Back! Back!
Back! Back!
Anyone can eat this back hand!
Back back, I got a MAC in my bag!
They stole off your back and you paid for it
the hills for the winter, live from hell for sinners
Tell me what you want, I'll deliver, pour codeine on my liver
I don't really like to talk, keeping shit
disarrayed
By your complexion
Im flexing at that fact I found you
But lost connection
My heart went up in value
Demand etc
You feeling like im a tesla
My love
I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the south to keep me from the bed I’ve made
I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If
I last slung my blade
But there ain’t enough saints in the South to keep me from the bed I’ve made
I got a pine box waiting out on piss ant hill
If
thinking bout broads
But all of them hoes done got fucked by my dawgs
I woke up think bout loyalty
N***** is not so I give em up joyfully
I woke up thinking
the devils in LA
You throw some money on the bed so they know where to lay
Used to
Dream of nights where you would
Be up in the hills
Flirting with your fate
my Bible and drop the four five
big up the real ones inna me life. Swear we gonna live it nice
Not inna Hilton, but in the hills we lie
Girls by me
in my smoke
I had niggas jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat
Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor
Oh lord, I ain't going back
Foghorns would sound in waking
Is it my voice you hear?
Footsteps are moving across the floor
And you know I'm here
Laughter carries up from the hills
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
breaks through
We'll load up the wagon and set the little one by our side
Take the gold into telluride
I'd like to lay you down on a cannonball bed
Put
too long
Sitting at home in my bed too long
Got my things and now I'm gone
How's the world gonna from take me?
Finding myself used to be hard
But
Discuss these in my bed dvd by dru hill Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In