Lyrics:
Big Pause
How's your footprint
I started smoking cause I seen it in the movies
Now all the kids are cooking on overpriced smoothies
They say that
marching home in the rain
You can shoot them one by one
And the soldiers in the army are tired and slow
You can set them all up in a row
And see how they
on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, then im flyin by
Til I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do
president here La oppong
I'm from straight Outta 231
Where we are border by Guinea Sierra Leone
And Ivory Coast buh we stay remain the don
I was born in
in your backyard, nah that doesn't count as a living
Bump stock, ACOG, mag-fed, bipod
Colt-made by a 'death-god', now I'm T-bagging his dead bod
meds work
And I'm far from corny
But if y'all are talking gold
Then I'm Robert Horry
Long range down one, keep the spread covered
Points are a plus cause
Nature by still got that ether
Straight out of Jersey
We ain't worried bout' what's happening out in Philly or New York
Tell them suckers we was lit before
And who'll carry the blame
Who's going to take up the campaign
The politicians in command are washing their hands
They've got to tend the marching band
Messin' Around on Da Bayou
aka Messin' Round in Da Moonlight
Music & Lyrics by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
New
Mayor's Voice:
Help! Help!
Cat:
The he heard it again.
That small cry in the blue.
Mayor's Voice:
Help!
Cat:
Horton still couldn't see them.
But
Driving by that detour we took
To watch the sunset at the scenic overlook
The light was lovely but to my surprise
The most violent colors were in your eyes
to hold it in
Now here we are again
We still the underdogs, against the odds, it's hard to win
They burned us down to ashes in this chapter, by the end
They
out for the white man in the blue van
R2 a bag I got you, you by the fruit stand
Sending money to Ama writing this he’s in Pollsmoor
Shamiel is also
executioner executioner executioner
Most of these niggas playin crazy, they gon die impressin
All up by myself up in this shit i feel like I am legend
$teezy G
a dreamboat, steamboat, colorful hero
Robert De Niro, fly, now my teeth are slowly rotting
And there's people out there plotting
That pretend to be my friends
Yeah I'm riding in my whip and it smells like a hot box
Riding with your mom while she giving me that slop-top
Raging like a bull call me Robert De Niro
Yeah I'm riding in my whip and it smells like a hot box
Riding with your mom while she giving me that slop-top
Raging like a bull call me Robert De Niro
I dreamt you were a blue bird
Flying in the sky
I sang my song to call you
But you just flew on by
All the other birds are laughing
With no faith
a branded way
Carbon copy marching by
You're so convincing in that shirt and tie
But if I touch you will you bite
A single star is forming on an ebony night
are blue
He lets his hounds loose on us
He grants us a grave in the air
Death is a German-born monster
Driven by ideology
The only way to stop him
Is
a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow
So pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying how do you do
ain't no national guard
They're diciples of the bullet preaching to their choir
And the saints are marching in, they're blaring 'bout their rights
Marlene
When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again, my pack
Marlene
When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again, my pack
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