Lyrics:
this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack
Bravin' rain and snow
Ev'ryone knew three-eighty-two was his train
Casey Jones was his name
Runnin' late through Sardis
shot
Me and my bother run out there and everybody was all confused
And hollering' and running' round
And I stepped up to this one lady and I said that
the river
A wonderful world of fantasy
With cotton candy villas
Pull out in something tinted
Convertible casing the carcass of time
But who really counts
homies and ride the sunset
Two sacks of money from the train heist
They ain't even counted it up
Just mounted it up (let's go Westcoast)
Rode West
So focused on running our race
You can ask James Blake, I ain't see the color in anything
And then the world got darker than its ever been
Real
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
[Savon] Fuck that!!
[King James]
I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand?
I'm running this crew
[Savon]
And you ain't running shit but
and my wrist James Harden
Air Jordan Air Jordan Air Jordan
Jumpman
Jumpman
Jumpman
New 12s hit em with the running man
Did you walk through the valleys
of that!!
I'm just here to train ho's
Put 'em on the main road
Teach 'em how to 'Change Clothes'
I know you heard of that!!
Change your whole attitude
of that!!
I'm just here to train ho's
Put 'em on the main road
Teach 'em how to 'Change Clothes'
I know you heard of that!!
Change your whole attitude
Why am I here? - On a night train, on a night train.
Verse two:
I'm on the night train from Copenhagen to Berlin
Early in the morning, my head hurting
and Daniel Craig
Connery and Roger Moore
And those two other guys
You've never heard of before
Bond, James Bond
Found him in our backyard
Was left by his
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
you make me feel like James Bond
[Verse 2]
Lil Princess,
where she at she hiding
Baby am from Zim
You can call me Robert
Pretty like Zen
Take her
a daydream
Screaming down the interstate, lightning in the bloodstream
Time flies by like a bullet down the train track
Miles and miles under this ol' hat
Cash money AP
Friday bitch (Friday bitch)
That died out (two calls)
Running mills (mills)
Watch me fly bars (fly em good)
Accolade (acco)
Two calls
toc umhum!!! fling it up from front or back
Ya want a good train fi come run pon ya track
Yes ya want a good jock fi come stand up inna ya sock
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y'all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten
throwback jerseys
Chamberlain and James Worthy was
Two of my favorites
I might pull out the green
Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I'm steady
Cotton candy stuck in the sky like clouds
Accomplished by over two hundred people standing around
Blowing them into the air at the same time
I
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train
Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
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