Lyrics:
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
My little dish in that panhandle
Lights up like a Roman Candle
When I reach that west Texas town
Ah, sing it Dean
From Big Spring all the way
still touched the crib
I'm driving round town, on my lap there's a stick
Little bitch, pinkie ring worth couple bricks
Snow, snow white, I let it fall
The main street of this little town
Might as well be my runway to touch down
‘Cause if I ever need a piece of home
I know just right where I’ll go
By plane
would've already painted this town
With all of our colors
And I'm pretty sure
You would've forgotten all about today
These wounds aren't chains
No they
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
wanna do, you savour
This step is called the BRU to the T
Bust the rhymes for free, I gets down
Mack is inside your town
Busting lyrics tourture like
shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
Big nothing.
He stood in the road outside of town
With a broken clockwork toy in his hand.
A graveyard for childish dreams in his palm
shooting guns fantasizing
fascinated by gold rope chains
looking back at my hood days
but things aint changed
[chorus]
[Millenium Thug]
In my hood niggaz
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
But surprise, I have no idea what to do
Everybody, let’s get down
With the happiest man in town
How can he not be a little bit proud
With a voice so
It ain't New York City
And it ain't L.A.
We ain't got no rooftop bars
Like they do on Broadway
It's just a little town square middle of nowhere
Countin like one Fish two fish blue fish
Bussin it down chain jump around
Big man in town knocked you outta bounds
Purp with a crown time to bow down
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
Hollywood
Last Time I checked Carolinas was hood
Last Time I checked Little Rock was hood
Last Time I checked Nap town was the hood
But them rappers
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big bank met Sosa at 6
Little Ricky duct tape mob
50
pigs
Little handsome piggy wigs
For the big, bad the very big, very bad wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay
And he built his
What you need?
What?
I only need one thing
Big boy big pockets big change
Blow up big fame then big chain
Ay, ay, ay big body
Big weight, no wait
For
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
In those heads a shining place, a town inside this home
We don't need you to do what we do
We don't need you to do what we do
Little lips, hammers
how I live
Reppin' Sac town where a chain will get you killed
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