Lyrics:
Way back in 1969 I was 10 years old and working on the story of an American boy
Growing up in a small town
The world was filled with people who
She come down from oklahoma with her brown-eyed pride and joy
She come down from oklahoma with her brown-eyed pride and joy
The fair-haired
by dollar sign she already got it mane
Rock her some designer shit she got that wit pocket change
Yea we know she smart boy
Such a work of art boy
Body
sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever
Yo cuz, ringsend and Compton on a track what
The fuck’s up with that?
Where I come from bricks get danced on
Then sold by the fellas with the amps
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
This pretty young boy
Came from the Northlands
And he came a-wooing me
And he promised he'd take me
Down by the northland
And there he'd marry me
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
Make it look like California with a bible belt
Jesus didn't look like the boy next door
Unless you live in Palestine
I wonder what you mean by the golden
boys, yeah I call 'em slime (Ok)
I got rhymes, bars harder than the cookies you have Santa try
Cold as milk, my flow silk
The clock is at a minute till
that's what you deserve
That's what you deserve
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you for being yourself
Fuck 'em!
I'm just a crazy little
Long
and put them all up in my face
I'm that black haired hot boy addicted to them drugs
I'm always surrounded by them big ass motherfuckin guns
Just give me
better leave this long haired country boy alone
Chorus:
Don't give me no lip
Cause you might get careless and just let something slip
And I just might
look cute as fuck
Ol' boy catch shawty gazin'
But do he dare brack up
I'm all for the altercation
Just let me throw my hair back up
Been a long week,
ice
Made it hard to find a nigga unintimidated by my life
Look, do I got time to want somebody? I'm tour
How I'm supposed to love somebody? I'm not
black as night, but your smile's like snow
Ain't no place that we can't go
As long as we stick together baby
By the bed she got me bound
You rough me
curly-haired boy
A spurting pink toy
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely
Saying words that have all so clearly been said ("You will do--")
So long ago
Im perilous (I'm)
And, in disguise
I want you right here with me (Me!)
You're not one to hesitate
That's fine by me (me, me! is it, is it, is it, is
of snuff.
And my eyes were bedazzled, by the jewels in his silken cuff.
And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long cigar;
Son, you'll
There were flowers from the boy pigs
Who were drinking in their barn digs
In suits of powdered blue
With those ruffled shirts on, too
All ordered
smelt, never smelt, used the company showers like they were your own
So at ease, already looked like you owned the place, and boy, you saw me coming
So
handballs
And that long purple sweater
Maybe one day
I might ask you for the curly haired boy
And that white church pew
But maybe one day
You look like you're forty-nine
Where's your wife?
I like my boys long-haired and young
Oh my god
Just leave me alone
I don't care about your fancy
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