Lyrics:
from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
Criminally finna be some shit
I crack you open like
boy can survive
And a country boy can survive
See I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey
through these four year old Brooke's
Bubba actin' shady, got my ex old lady shook
She know that I'm a crook by the chances that I took
So it's normal buyin'
I don't know about you, boys
But if you're like me then hanging around
This old manhole is bringing you down
Six-feet-under getting under your
the middle of the palace
Roast duck served on a crisp bed of lettuce
Back dad brake pads low fat stake ass
Sell it by the pound from Jamaica to Trinidad
Ridin'
I just really want to take this time right now (yeah) to speak directly to you.
Lady sit down, I have some things to get off my chest (that’s
the K
Yeah, that's the good life
And where we come from, loc, that's the hood life
Where your mama and daddy
Throw the set up out the moon while they
choices
Seems like every party she's at, she hears the same two voices
Both from around the way and both were laying it down
One had a rap attack one had
Ain't no mistakin' Shady Park is where I'm flippin' from
It's so Shady my old lady gotta' keep a couple guns
You get the runs and I ain't talkin' about
built this
Shit from the ground up now homie
Believe that daddy it ain't no lookin
Back from here we too strong
And that's the only way we get down
(We
far
Neither man would back down they try and break each other's arms
It was these same play fights that had made these brothers hard
Gave these brothers
remember back in the days when I just a little niggerole
I looked up to my bigger bro begged if I could kick it so
When he went out with girls I could go
the outcry
For these women
Just as loud
As they are the black man
Who will cry for the little boy
Is often
The question
And I say
Hi
Everyone
The world
In
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
I'd
and friendly
Like the one in old Virginie
Oh they ain't real like my Blue Ridge Mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to New Orleans
weapons
Niggas dyin' internet flexin'
Me and Lil Deck down in Miami
Rich white bitch out the streets
Fifty bands, fuckin' on the beach
In my city poppin'
Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas
Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man
And I moved his ex-old lady's things
Alaskan girl was living in Stephenville, Texas
Yes, you guessed it, I moved here because I fell in love with a man
And I moved his ex-old lady's things
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
and say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down
Ay, what up Mami it's your boy Weezy, yeah
You need to ride with me on this one
I'm so great my homies think i'm artistic
Hah
Now in the drop you'll
Who's got the Titos
We really gotta down it before we meet those girls at the beach tho
AD a little horny
Need to score a date or I'm snoring
Wanna
cared so much
Real tough luck
And I thought we were
A sick match
Until I had that dream
Oh man what dream
She's on holiday
Getting fucked
On a beach
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