Lyrics:
This shit's so good, should be illegal
Need round two, I need a sequel
Hit the backboard like a free throw
You next level, you a cheat code
In so
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
nigga)
Don't make me go and get the Wraith
I'm trynna dodge another case
Order Ace of Spades by the case
Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face
I keep
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeless on the wall, right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards
fell in love
She'd think of him as Elvis
If she knew who Elvis was
Spinning round and round
You can hear her moan
She's all by herself
But she's not
All the people gather round
And see the sun set high
Leaders and your disused milk
Will quietly pass you by
What will it be
My melody will set
'round
The growth of a nation
Cannot be achieved
By keeping the downtrodden down
Turn it up, turn it so loud
It don't ever stop
No no no no
Turn
like a soldier from Saudi
You're not bad 'round me
Want a CD, try and howl me
It's next week and you still ain't found me
The phone starts ringing when
I
when we ride)
Thug alibi till I die (Alibi till I die)
By any means in gon’ survive
(By any means I’m gon’ survive)
We tore them choppas when we slide
stories could be true
Our chance to be cool
The setting sun says the day is through
If only we knew...
And we all sit round here in our home town
uh, uh
Let's keep this shit 'tween you and I
When she ain't around
I'm gon' make you drown
Know you like me better by the
Way I put it down i'm gon'
in the Paris by the Eiffel
Catch corn if you run with the oppers
Thirty-eight, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee
the Injuns wait by the canyon's gate to take Bill by surprise
But they'll never beat the mustang feet of the fastest horse alive.
So, over the rim
, by the dudes in blue
Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the rugger will circle round your body like hoola-hoops
Mami told me
thirteen grand
Better go get myself an insurance plan
She's my man
I ain't got to where I'm going to
By hanging 'round with people like you
But then again I
used love a wet baggie
Screaming "HORALE ESE" with them laces on a caddy
And you could'nt deny
A hit from that buddah tye
Going round
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock
Had John Denver on the 8-track,
alone in my room, but I'm not by myself
I'm alone in my room, but I'm not by myself
I've got my hands wrapped 'round my gun
I've got my hands wrapped
Everyone is claiming riches
The finest bitches
Lexus' and Land's driving 'round without a plan
Everyone wants to go buck
But can you plant some
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round
things young people in love do
Parents tryna find out what we were up to
Saying, "Why were you creeping 'round late last night?"
Why did I see two
the street,
See the stranger who says, "why, hi,"
With a, "how you going, buddy,"
When you walked on by I thought I'd say hello
They say:
Haven't I seen
ache
Overflow and start to break
Oh I, got a feeling this will shake me down
Oh I, kind of hoping this will turn me round
And now it follows me
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