Lyrics:
The wheels on the bus go round and round round and round round and round
The mask on your face keeps Covid down all through the town
The wheels
I kick it like God give it dont hate on this talent its God given see this passion for christ couldn't be written by mel gibson i dream like like
them Big Rigs, Big Rigs—cargo-carrying machines.
Big Rigs, Big Rigs—the biggest truck with eighteen wheels that doesn’t use gasoline.
Now big rigs are
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
[Baby talking]
Um hmm:fo sho
You can do big thangs when you're the Big Tymers
And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga
You really don
Been 'round the world twice seen all fifty states,
Ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates ,
There ain't nuthin wrong with them big
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
Bih acting like we go way back
I don't know you bih and that's big facts
I don't care who you with
Bih we stay strapped
Call a couple niggas up
Get
about it
Your car don't work we can go without it
We don't need wheels, just the will to party
I'll take you there, don't doubt it
(Dance I'll take
Do ride up with the 20 inch wheel
wood grain in the slamp for the sex appeal
got 'em bumpin' jumpin' sayin' somethin'
How ya do dat there the hoes
me
But I believe when they look outside
They don't see what I see
Over there
Beyond the trees it seems that I can just make out the stained
there
Under the waves, by the tongue, by the stair
A candle? Too wet. A flashlight with... oh, it seems, too big a dent
And, by touch and by scent, I
a dream, he would always had
And it ain't right, but that's the way it is
In this life, you don't get to deal
You can climb to the roulette wheel
I want
on a shirt momma miss you
I just brought all these guns boy I wish you
Would try a nigga fist fights I don be there
My tooth chip for a reason walking out
done
As you bury your dreams one by one
Big wheels but they don't turn around
Three feet off the ground
Always something gonna hold you down
Big wheels
It's Russ the Rush on Fridays
Giving you ballistics on WRMS
Yo, I got a song cause hydraulics
You want the whole take? I said hold there, ha, ha,
Or the bridge bulge it's ok
This guitar has seen our family
Through the tough stuff
Brought us smiles and tears
And big hugs
I guess that's why it stays
By
Reinvent the wheel
Reinvent the wheel
I'm gonna reinvent the wheel
Everything I go through is it churning in my blood
Or are there cosmic catalysts screwing
statues
We know you ain't have it
Walked right by you
Move
Yo bitch gon tell you to move
That's big boy statues
Smashed
Then threw that hoe outta bounce
Now
on fire
I'm a jet-burn right by ya
Nothing gonna stop me from driving real fast
Nothing gonna stop from living so free
My wheels are on fire
Burning up
I thought by now you'd realize
There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes
Well, I'm running down the road
Tryin' to loosen my load
I've got seven
you fool me once
Cant fool me twice
I'll never trust again yeah
Gotta keep this shit moving like a big wheel
You never could imagine how the kids feel
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
out there grooving back and forth
I want you to scream out "Sir Too $hort" (Sir Too $hort!)
Don't stop that rap (Don't stop that rap!)
And it's just
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