Lyrics:
them G's
I brought them Kommas out
He was talkin' gangsta, put that iron
He by his mama house
It's switches on them Glocks
We really keep them mops
house so eat dust
Won't ease up better D-UP
We too cool like cC
Come get schooled by cB
Combine that and you'll find that
It's easy as cBC
But this
Ain't your concern
Don't judge me by my past
I don't live there no more
I built this house
With my bare hands
With steel beams and boards
Don't you come
mostly white
Ain't it?
They want to see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
you. You got to walk it by yourself.
If ever I could have thought this man in black was soft and had any yellow up his back, I gave that notion up
dogs are in love with their chains
Carry me back to sweet Jersey
Back where I long to be
By the fields of yellow and green
Next to my darling lady
for the ragged star fish
And only her lipstick bleeds,
And the color seeds into all your paint by number schemes
What was yellow, what was white,
Diamonds shining all on my neck
All glass white house, sleeping with the tuna
Bad bitch by the pool, looking like a movie
Five-thirty A.M. putting all
of the Necronomicon
and the dreams in the witch house
yellow-toothed morbidity tittered mockingly
paralysis of fear stifled all attempts to cry out
an infinitude
I'd hear him sing
I've got to walk that lonesome valley
I've got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
Huh, yeah uh
Uhhhh yeah
My bitch she shy and she cute
Ooh she 5 foot 2
Pull up skrrt in the coupe
Yellow, pineapple juice
Take the top off, I got
palms
I put warning signs to deter crackheads from entering my house
By Mossberg shotgun, my primary alarm
Now I'm ordering parts from Primary Arms
I love
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Yeah
Armor-piercing, no defense against
Who his henchmen is, what they pension is
Concur by division, have his homeboy hit him
So close, he
lose
You cannot kick me out (You can't)
Cause you're a guest in my house (You are)
I made a whole four profounds (Four)
Another one's not inbound (It's
The diffusion of light quided him to a window
He opened it:round, yellow moon outlined
two stopped-up fountains
in the melancholy garden
lonnrot
don't know why
God I wish I could fucking cry fuck
Wish I could change the past
If I'm really kinda being brash
I've been backstabbed
By lovers and loved
I think you might like to hear something from us
Stand up
Put your hands up
Come on get up
Kid Rock's in the house yo, Ready to pick up
the cup
Look baby girl, that's what's up
Slide by my side bitch house in the cut
Put the 9 on side when I side in the cut
I shake I shook in, peep out
house
With a high yellow thick bitch wit' her legs out
Cash Money president, but we in a red house
Who the fuck want it? Make my fuckin' day
I blow
with the day
And the bride passed me quietly away
I thought I saw the house where you were born
A yellow house, the color of the corn
I thought I
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
Time, measured in dotted yellow lines has passed you by
and I never said an honest thing to you in all my life
Hard times go slowly and the good
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