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It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
beat (??) by seven and i spark a hood
people low profile and i watch my back
cuz its hard to know where da perpatraing brothers at
look around these
alright
I told 'em don't worry 'bout nothing
One day we gon' live this life
They tryna give Spazz a ten-piece
I hope that he only do five
I told him one day
at the round table with the millionaires
Walk in the label tell them this our year
I been on the grind o.t
Feeling like the man right now
Blowing kush by the oz
either catch me with red right there on cam street
He serving percs by the 10 come get em 10 a piece
I see yo baby daddy he a busta
He wanna be like
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
it's time to rep
My flag's high, white and red, now we're coming on leaps not tiny steps
I wanna piece of your profit I'm highly vexed
I wanna put
ain't lookin' for alliances)
Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh)
They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don't comply to it,
and thought just how wicked
Her vibe was, let me describe cuz it was eerie
She clearly doesn't like Jesus pieces on your jewelry
Because I felt something was
drove
Front porch swing where time ticks slow
Where a hidden piece of heaven most folks drive right by
Pick any small town anywhere on the map
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
One day I took your tiny hand
Put your finger in the wedding band
Your daddy gave a piece of land
We laid ourselves the best of plans
Forty years go by
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
or
Bo'guard the lane
Piece on the neck at the Crawfish Fest, or the Bayou
Classic I'ma do my thang
Syrup in the cup man hol' up, Cadillac truck sitting
they retina
Warn with lecture so of course they all ignored it
They toss the board, pieces on the floor
Games blown like so many tops
Cool, calm,
comeback, but didn't touch my score
A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner
My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors
Ghetto red hots, guns,
Crawling into my head, mosquito, mosquito red
Pieces, diseases, floating in the greases, but they smile instead
sting of the suckerfly
In the dead
know? doesn't anybody know?
Doesn't anybody hate it when the street light turns red?
Doesn't anybody want five more minutes in bed?
Doesn't anybody,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
from the skies
It's the piece of mind that grows from this fine tuned machine
accomplish self fulfillment with a unfamiliar scheme
My motivation to be
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Girl scattered
Ripped to pieces by her brother's murder
One thought too many
One thought too much
Her gentle levy burst
Lives with her mother
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