Lyrics:
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumors
AngelLaCiencia
Battle cry and i’m up the town (Up the town)
Too much winners they come and go like up around (Up around)
Two seaters can’t get
hoes
Some Louie Ville, to Little Rock, Atlanta, to Chicago
I like them hoes big fine and slim in the waist
Tattoo on her titty, lookin' jiggity with
Bobby Little lives on the other side of town,
He's got a picture of a girl in a gown,
He tells his daddy," someday you'll see, she will be with
me why you runnin'?
Cause you deleted me on IG, I need you right beside me
Pretty little baby from the M you're still my shawty
And would you ever ever
ho ho
Everybody say
And check it out now
Who is the cat eating out on the town? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And make the whole dining room turn they head
it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon
Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy
Mercy sake's alive,
moment of silence and
I let go of his shirt
I started to think that maybe I'd
Made some kind of big mistake
I tried to walk out onto the platform
But by
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
little town
Time to bring it on in
Pay the loans down
Fill our diesel tank up
And make another round
There's a big red moon coming up in the sky
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
it goes
Cause I just wanna take a little time to show you where I'm from (Where I'm from)
A little beach town, in the hood on the WEST, called Oxnard
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
Every other city we go, we fuck thems' pimpin' hoes
Some Louie Ville, to Little Rock, Atlanta, to Chicago
I like them hoes big fine and slim in
Man it must be so cool,
You?re barely out of high school,
A seven album record deal,
That was no big deal alright,
Oh yeah.
Too right you?re always
nicht?
Oh
Well let me tell you ( Hicks )
a little about it about the City of New York ( Hicks )
Sing:
The big bad City
It’s nitty an’ a gritty
It takes
hates me i like to get around
Back of my truck don't squat
But my bitch does
You know what they say, little dick
Big truck
When she talk about us, throw
about my home town
I'm from the LDN there's no forgetting that
And the big UK I stay reppin that
[chorus]
You love that
You tell me you don't love that
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon
Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy
Mercy sake's alive,
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
was me, my big homie Eddie
Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets
I used to rap scratch even try to sing
Now I'm the little cat
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