Lyrics:
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
to a label
And came out with an album
And did a little touring
On the goth club circuit
But I don't want to tour
I want to stay close to home
Close to my
a little water
Get on any track, and I ride it like Marauder
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it
the land of the dead
Hush, what's that? What's coming round?
What is this descending on our little town
To come and pay you off
When you're six feet
at the face that made u loose,
Who are you for this clueless little fool?
A little screw
You blew my blue mind up and flew out
Corny album about my clues
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
PROPHET still past high
Crazy how time fly
First never last guy
See me when I past by
Stand up guy
If you wanna get knock down
Make sure you got yo big
a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was
June you're a genius
Northside, two chains that boy is wearing (Remy on the beat)
You know, dream big, go big, go hard nigga, you know, fuck I
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
around the world
In every little town
Every day is heard
A precious little sound
And every mother kind
And every father, proud
Looks down in awe to fiund
started being cool, to drop albums with no hits
I'm out here coming for all of it
I want all the acknowledgment
I want all the accomplishments
I want
We come around to stir up the town
We're stepping so heavy it break up the silence
Throw the whole feeling of just getting by
And oh we outside
ride,
Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the bad-lands of New Mexico.
Back in El Paso my life would be
Ain't a day goes by
I don't think about it girl
You left this small town
To see the big world
And I'm still right here
In our home town
Nothing's
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
my family home
But our little town couldn't hold your big ideas
And I knew I couldn't hold you on the phone
This big city seemed like a small town
to love 5 or 6 people
Who made life just a little bit better
But we don't make it out of that town where we talked all about
How it made us seem helpless,
I see
Hey Big Spender spend, a little time with me
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy
Like let me see your peen
That long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
I've seen the hills of Frisco and the streets of Montreal
In every town I've been
and we say ma'am
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We're from North California and South Alabam'
And little towns all around this land
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
that pays
If you hear them passing by
Not a word to the excise man
Take care not to catch their eye
As they hide from the laws of the land
A magistrate
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