Lyrics:
flash by the sun down
You think 'bout trickin' on that mud, dawg, she's so run down
You not gon' end nobody life, so put your gun down
This world so
pull over, the sun is burning
And we lay down to feel the rain fall
We're taking it slow
But for now, we're two down
And forty eight to go
here got my back
And my dawg just got forty flat
A lot of niggas wanna hold with your four
At the end of the day man I hold my strap
And it ain't been no
they had to stop and then reload
And by the time they'd done that I was heading down the road
Heading down the road, forty thousand headmen
Going
the good times begin
Finally 40 and everything is looking up
And I'm a wiser man
It's all God's plan
All God's Plan
It's a difference between me now and me
mind's been splintered, can't you tell[00:14.00]Time to choose between heaven and hell,[00:17.01]Hard to choose between wealth and health[00:20.48]I've had
A 10-36 goes tick-tock-tick."
And that's what I call ratchetjaw!
Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer place
With a forty-foot pole on the chimney
With
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
between my fingers like those old coins.
I hope by some crude combination of greed and generosity I can save a little time, maybe just by noticing it.
I get up, I get down
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems
And space
a holiday fuck it 'cause I wanna
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner
I ain't drinkin' no forty
I b thinkin' time with' a nine
Until we get some
it 'cause I want to
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner
I ain't drinkin' no 40
I B thinkin' time wit' a nine
Until we get some land
always hit my phone
I know the view from his window's looking cloudy as shit, well
It might be dark times now
But the sun gone shine again
Yeah, better be
There's a few items we need in town, allez-vous girl
There's no time to waste
Such as fresh cable and fifteen watt bulbs
Couple dozen, it's a big old
my queen
You got over him when I got in between
Watching Martin on TBS as it was tedious
For us to eat TV dinners every time we was famished
But it
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
a holiday f--k it 'cause I want to
So what if I celebrate it standin' on a corner
I ain't drinkin' no 40
I be thinkin' time wit' a nine
Until we get some
kinda trash, yeah
My brand new baby's lookin F-I-N-E, fine
The sun is shinin' every day
Ain't got no rubbers now it's rainin all the time, honey
the forty glock ready to ring, bring the trauma to the scene
It's the Ghetto Heisman and the Drama King
[Joe Buddens]
It's about that time nine-milli
through shades of blue
I trust you trust in me to mistrust you
Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara
A 40 watt sun on a courtroom drama
haze
To the smeared mascara
A forty-watt sun
On a courtroom drama
And the coffee stains
Gather till the pale kimono
Set the wedding rings
holding on, I see the sun
But I'm in between lights, I'm in between lights
I left my hand by the side of the road
Suitcase, ticket and I'm ready to go
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
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