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Piled in an old blue van driven by a love drunk man
Making their way to a place where the water runs under watch of a couple of kids making echoes

Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz

everything been looking up (looking good)
Two tails on the Chevy truck
Blue ice like a sonic crush
Send a pack through the mega bus
Make a statement that is

The police were waiting
Where the water meet the tracks
I heard them saying
Why don't we go back

Come sit in the car a little while
Come and talk

up on a white tee
Niggas all talk, straps out , now it's hide n  seek
808's jumping so we got matching blues
Nigga wanna play 2k, shit we can run twos

raps only in car cruises past dummies
Little blue bags and maps in hand
Wond'ring why this kid is wobblin'
It's 'cause I'm high, fuzzy mind
Buzzed in

That's little penny shit I'll buy the lot hoe
I buy your hood and I pass it like Lonzo
Blow it to bits by the 9s like Rondo
I need the money, pronto
Making

So I'm up on the stage, and my jacket is blue, but it's looking teal from the shade of the light
Never performed with a live band, I'm a little

hoochie mama
Now she sweatin' like sauna
Burnin' pounds
Choppin' trees.. Gettin'high...
Blue Ox marijuana.....
[I'm] Coming at ya HcRDDD....
Like a big

Police lady lyrics and music by Doug Warriner- accordian by Dan Holmes!

Chorus:

Hey Ms Police lady I been thinkin baby
How did everything go so

When I walk along the banks where all the little wildflowers bloom
On the east coast of Virginia, it reminds me much of you
How you got so far away,

6,7,10 months and it's harder to get by in this small...
Shoe selling shop

Everyday I wake up
Take my car and drive
I drive to work with people
Who take

Dropping the top for a little wind
Okay that's a lot
Lookin for cars with a headlight out
Last one to see got to take something off
Oh shit it was me
Bye bye

I could reminisce if you give me two months or two minutes
It's hard to sing the blues when I'm feeling new thumbs on my digits
Started treating all

the sky
We're all shelling peas on the front porch
Just watching the cars go by
Later that night under a tin roof
Listening to the rain
It's singing me

Spent all night lifting cars
Said the little punks too
Young to be in the bars
I’ve been full stepping
Full stepping all night
Walking through

almost midnight
Still got time to practice those old folks songs
For the 40's sing-a-long
(chorus)
Weekend goes by quickly
Poor little Zeke-y
He's got

in a match!
I'm fresher than tick tacks!
Mint pack!
Fuck with me and cop a bag
I'm tryna be rich tags
Mis-match!
Red and blue is on my ass
The car goin

Turning violent overturning armored cars up by the station
Dictator dragged out by the hands of his own nation
Flock of little blue birds doing social

Nigga ten toes, Never Fold, no I can't switch
MLB get to hella blues, Lilo & Stitch
3 in the car that's 12 straps, bitch we can't miss

She got me feeling

Little angel walks the line
Driving trough the dark
Grave danger makes her cry
Blue eyes are full of tears
 
The very life remains the same
Radio's

time
I got no sleep
No food
I got nothing to eat
No jewels
I got all blues
No soul food in my belly
Hustlers bouncing in and out of jail
We know their

time
I got no sleep
No food
I got nothing to eat
No jewels
I got all blues
No soul food in my belly
Hustlers bouncing in and out of jail
We know their

walls no cap to yall I miss a lot
Catch me smoking ona opps asap fast we bend that block
Im too raw for little niggas one faceshot a make him drop
Im