Lyrics:
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
me at the Gate
The Old Blue Yodeler himself Jimmy Rodgers
He said to me "Bill they asked me to show you around up here
And right over there is some
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Salaah!
Big body Benz swerving both lanes
Fresh blue bills got bloodstains
I'm a coke boy, came up out the dope game
Cops come, I tell them no names
and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day
The county's gonna haul my belongings away I'm busted I'm busted.
Pick Me Up On Your
Out The Blue (Lyrics by Che Lingo)
Chorus
If I knew what I knew as a youth,
Then it’s true,
I’d be trapped in a cycle of childish pursuit,
Don’t
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
it
For The Fame
But you gon' know my name
I ain't in it for the change
I like big bills
By dead presidents
Pianos play on the key of life
As I dabble
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Landslide Alabama on my way to Savannah
[Chorus]
I said I woke up this morning headache this big!
Pay all these damn bills feed all these damn kids
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad beef bout movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty sitting low big things popping
Mercedes
U know I brought out the Benz
Drug Traffic turned Boyz to Men
Uleyssus S. Grant. 50 Bills All Pink,
Blue Face Benjamins
X2
Verse #1:
Boy U ain’t
gold
Shorty in the back you hear her working on my lingo
Blue bills, look like Stitch no Lilo
Way I run the game you would think I had the cheat code
I’m
goals by hidin in the muck
So I try to continue workin for big bucks
This is my world and it feels fucked up
Always got a twirl in my brain, fucked up
of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy, Ma$e, remix with the Codeine
Served K-roll to a lame ho, he gon' OD
Big
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
a little bit?
Do you ever get tired of making the scene?
Down by the back step checking out dawn
Down by the sundeck, give a big yawn
Do you ever get
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