Lyrics:
I’m from the land of the trill
Keep mind on a mill
All a nigga trying to do is get this paper
I’m just dying to live
Niggas dying in the field
Tell
Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let
Little did he know
Little did he know
Little did he know yeah
Yeah little did he know
Lonely boy lonely night no more will no more fight
Walks
all back on dry land
I'm building a big red boat,
Been building a big red boat,
Between my meetings and at night
I'm tired, but I stay inspired,
through
They were still in their teens
When he gave her the ring
They were married late one May
And they moved into a little house
On the far end of town
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
Rubber babe, big baddie
Check the scoreboard, I win, no tally (yeah)
All my bitches bad, big breast and batty (ooh)
Yeah, I got a little fatty but don't
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat down
I ain't want Uncle Un to bring the gats down
He spat rounds, I heard that nigga clap towns
But me I
caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child,
Smokin' and representin' your town
Black trucks with the bumps
Straight G shit
I'm a Ryde for life and we ain't never gonna quit
Will you ride with me
speak it's straight cash
Hustle harder, go harder I must
450 km's on the gas
They call me big time, big beats
Big raps, I get big cheese
Little rappers,
tiny little dot packs a huge punch
It's the difference between rent
Money and lunch money
Tell me that ain't a big deal
I am not a gospel rapper
There is
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids
And they
Born and raised in a one dog town
That never took a chance or a dare
The times kept a changin' but it all passed 'em by
The prejudices in the air
me you'd do better when you know what I know
Whatcha know?
I got a little piece of land out by the highway now
Folks keep rollin' down their windows
to lie
Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high
God damn, we can't even afford to die!
[Chorus]
But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord
up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my
love has brought me to town again
Ooooo - It might take a little time to bridge this gap
It could take a little time
You ask me to be your fantasy
But
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
room
It's understood
By every single person
Who'd be elsewhere if they could
So far so good
And life's not unpleasant
In their little
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
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