Lyrics:
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine
Well the South Coast is
the main
Switchin' four lanes, to the airplane
Sky high we fly when we roll by
On the down low, doin' my thing man
[Chorus]
Crucial Conflict, Kelly,
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Straight-laced leather-faced he rolled
In like he owned the two-bit town
Dollar bills bulging from his bell-bottomed jeans
Wait a minute man
Hey check this out man tell it
It was this blind man right, it was this blind man right
He was feelin' his way down the street
got a man so when can we date
I need a slim girl with a little tiny waste
One who love the dick and even love to taste
So when can we date, it
men won't believe
She eats beef jerkey by the ton
And stares directly at the sun
She's more of a man then I'll ever be
It's plain to see
She put the he
Wild Cowboys and you know this
Lookin at a Cowboy and you know they're dead
A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with
smoked weed to get rid of the thoughts
Blinded by love the little girls' vision was lost
The weed lead to crack crack lead to needles
Needles lead
You're a man of 'igh position
Esteemed by your peers
And when your little tykes are cryin'
You 'aven't time to dry their tears
And see them grateful
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
Just got a stripper chick
(Throw-throw some D's on that bitch)
Something feel different
Cute little college chick
Lining up a scholarship
Just got
shining
And they little shit stop
When it's big shit popping
?
Gotta keep it in my system
60 box of Cigarellos
'Cause I blow it by the onion
Pack up some
no job
Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association
and yet they somehow make you whole
so whats their game
I suppose a rose by any other name
the perfume and the pricks the same
I like to have a man for
won't wait around and leave his dinner in the oven
He can work all he wants to
I'm going out to get a little lovin'
Is it really sinning if you look
birdies and then they remember too
Little baby bluebird eyes turn black
Without forgetting the face of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you
[ INTRO ]
[ KM.G ]
Yo, what's happenin Cold 187
[ Cold 187um ]
Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio
With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre
[
Uh, I like that
I'ma make you dance a little
Darkchild gon' make you dance a little
Chante make you dance a little
We gon' make you dance
[A]Can't go home if you're going by the mill
Cause the[E] bridge' washed out at the bottom of the hill
[A]Big Creek's up, Little Creek's
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
to short, your legs to small
I'm the sure shot shit off of deputy dog
Break it in two and true so do
By myself I can take you and you and you and you
Straight
he reigns o'er provinces great and small
Be he a god or man all must tremble at the hand of caligula
Given fire by the light of his sire germania
who
Is it that white man or the black man standin next to you
See, most blacks can't handle power
Get paid and get to changin by the hour
Closin all
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