Lyrics:
Om-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-pa oom-pa-paaaaa
Fat sweaty bulldog
Stood in the sun
Stone village swamp man
Slow motion run
Tender poke police walker
Yeah, oh
Yeah, she said she wants a real man
One who opens up the door, holds her hand and still smiles when he feels bad
In control of his
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
right by a can
His girl lockin lips with another man
Jesse broke stupid, and pulled out a tool
And started lickin off like a crazy fool
The brother went
Every face tells you a story
Look at the man in the corner, he's sitting all alone
His blankets are made out of cardboard,
And his pillows are made
Lemme tell you a story a kid who's pops wasn't really wit him
Just three brothers and his mother grew up struggling in the system
Shit you probably
day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
His wife was dying of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped
the pattern for me
As I listen to his story about how he once had the glory
The saddest story I ever heard
Big homie was known for flipping a bird or two
He
resorts, enjoying massages
Check out the oracle bred from city housing
Nas, I'll rise the deads by thousands
I remember seeing Shan chilling near his Audi
or later, they just had to tell him
When they did, they saw a change in his attitude
He was angry, shocked, and truly saddened by the truth
It took a toll
near to the gun man
Drop a likkle tear for the gun man
She live and die by the gun, man (Die with the gun man)
Tell a lie for the gun man (With
punchlines and shit man
I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
Back in the basement type shit
Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from
to put it aside.
• Cause he didn’t want to make his girl mad or upset.
• Plus… They should’ve known by now… Hollywood could sure fight and ain’t lost one
(B. Hugg / M. Hugg)
Can you judge a man,
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind,
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man,
By
and have no fear
c sad tale, you will find
The writer, is by name HOSEc
He pours to you, his mind.
-Of insects, does this story speak
In JOEL, yea chapter
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
Everybody dead man
We all dead cuz we all sin
Don't mind me I'm a dead man I died man
Christ brought me back to too many times man
His blood got my hair
and with that he grabs Clarence by the arm and he hauls him off to face the forest ranger. Which brings us to the moral of our story which is if the guitar
In a bar room down in Georgia sits an old man
His whisker grey and two or three days old
You can tell he's dreaming up another story
Just in case
he ain't sharing
If that's her man no respect
Weak ass nigga I detect
She live across town by the big play ground
Across the street from the projects
brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells
Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel
From four-bys to two-bys, it's true you can't judge
A book by its cover, but you can judge a country boy by his truck
If there's a silver cross
even shake his hand, I don't even crack a smile
Knew him since a child, man this game so foul
But niggas made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in
even got no "Ether" for
Me, man? Huh? This nigga older than
Me and still a little nigga
Man but what I’ma do is I’ma tell you a true
Story this right
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