Lyrics:
Need a little bit more
Of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon
When it's my turn to march up
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
back
HP 100 Years tell a nigga hate on that
Every time I do it man I do it for the hood
My granny never leaving gotta make sure she good
Gotta boss
of the Magnum
And with the wagon, hit you in the back of the Magnum
For the record, don't think it was something you did
Shorty all on me 'cause it's hard
around and frown.
You've been a good old wagon, Daddy, but you done broke down.
Now, you'd better go the blacksmith shop and get yourself overhauled.
Bitch, I go by 224, move a half a bow
Got some bitches who gon' do it what I say so
Bitch, I go by 224, move a half a bow
Might just pour a deuce in
Now it was a hot sticky morning
'Round the Fourth of July
The breeze was standing still
I'm hanging out by myself
And I'm having a good time
Pull up in a wagon G (Wagon g)
Don't stress pour juice on me (On me)
Said we only spend bags not 50s (That's right)
Pour a little drink for me
Still
the wagon fire with all your cowboy friends.
The grub was good, the coffee's hot and thick.
You hear the same old story 'bout Jim Patterson's mistake.
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
of the Magnum
And with the wagon, hit you in the back of the Magnum
For the record, don't think it was something you did
Shorty all on me 'cause it's hard
another wagon and a good pair of mules
And we gonna move to Texas we just waitin' on you
Now Coleman's daddy he pulled up in the yard
He said pack up
he'll give us some Bon Jovi
Or some Don McLean, with a little twist
Man I miss all the moments we never missed
If I had one more day with my Brother, I'd
It used to be that old John Wayne
Would fight the good fight once again,
Find the strength to bear the pain,
Stand up til he'd finally fall.
But now
Well fellow Americans times are starting to get hard again
While the economy's looking good on paper
The poor people can't have a decent life with
jane, don't you know me?
i was crazy, i was high
but it don't excuse what i done
i ain't good for no one
jane, don't you know me?
i feel our
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
brawled in every bar-room from Ely to Fort McLean
Now me and old Ted Johnson, sure you'll not remember him
We was working at the Rarus had a stope with Sull
In God we trust you don't prey on my level
Three six's in my yard, but I don't worship the devil
I'm hotter then a 6 shooter 38. special
While you
Through the teardrops flowing by
May the fire of retribution spur the ride
But now the barren desert grapevines, they don't often bare much fruit
And it's
McLean Mafia
2N
That's Naughty Nasty, cuz
Uh
I fucked the bitch and told her she ain't nothin' special
I'll send yo' ass to hell like I'm the fuckin' devil
a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no
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