Lyrics:
One time
Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang
A lot of us
of bareback?
"Come at me bare? Don't come back" slap!
Try fittin' with a mitten
So you won't be trippin' and flippin'
And skinnydipping in the queen's kitten
So
Damn that boy snapping yes sir
Ba ba boogie on the mix
Yea
Just listen
Check it
Living life where you die if u move wrong
Driving 2 tone but my
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
Green Bay in the summertime
Can be glorious and sublime;
There's lots of people and things to do --
It's a fun place for me and you.
You're such
Jack
And Im just thankful for another twenty four like Kobe back
And since i popped
I got a lot of miss you's like Kobe jack
And in this world
Theirs so
of ammunition and funds
Mink, Rocawear and some guns
Pelle and a fresh pair of Jordans, dro packs and Bo Jacks
And Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for
and this fool tried me
We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds
Til these suckers walked up and said jack
these niggas from the country
hit the road jack
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Aye bitch ass nigga had died at 20
Got hit about 4 5 times
Get popped like a addy inside this town
By a 4 5 or a 9
This
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
diamond language
Everything when they watchin'
Ride with the windows
I suppose you been told
Have a lil' sip, no shoes in my ‘Lo
Boss, sir, and when you
They say to me I can't understand him
Him meaning me the E Earthadox maybe
Put a book in your brain they call you Sir Book a Lot
I mix a lot
passé
And I'm to rad to stay
'Cause darling, no one listens
When you've got nothing
Queer to say
Now, hang on there
Sir "Glam-A-Lot Supreme"
For where
I once knew a brother
Who talked when he was lost
Made a lot of his thoughts mood
And paid to play the part
Practiced praying advancely
Well ahead
the roar of the entire floor
bellowing encore
So I go back and give it to em
Yeah I got a lot up on my mind
When I'm driving by
Windows down you know
Flav be doin just like this
Off the meat rack, got my money stacked
Blow out your back, no fakin jacks
Kid relax, honey I shrunk the kids
Flipped your
it's like this, word
In this life every night I'll find the right type in the mix
Like Jack and Coke with limelight
Funny how we do wrong things
that when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the Danger Zone, because I'm back
In fact, Jack, before I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination
black, that when I'm loopin the track
To lounge in the danger zone, because I'm back
In fact, jack, before I launch my attack
Premeditate my assassination
Tomb Rock Saloon
By
Phill Scullard
2014
Verse 1
Come in for a drink at Tomb Rock Saloon
This is the place people are dying to get to
Welcome to all
and Sir T, IG, that's my team and
Bitch, you should know it's the three-headed demon
Sit back, dissolves, I never miss it
Roll up some dope, let's keep
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya
Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
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