Lyrics:
just brakes loose
A broken little brass bell of a safety coffin
Starts to ring on the far end of this acre of Satan
Poorly reserved
business
One's in your circle that don't even know ya
The same one's that circulate
The stories for ya
I seen Henrietta sittin' down by the rail
Messin'
everyone in Nachadoces knew Tom Ames
come from some bad kin
cause the sheriff caught him stealin chickens and such
by the time that he was ten
one
Hey there Little Country Miss
Out where the blue grass grows
Riding your horse through the mountain meadows
Barreling down the grassy trails
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Suddenly I felt something
Had me by the belt
And in between my praying
Swore I heard a stallion neighing
Was the ghost of my horse
And I cried, yes
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
[Chorus: x2]
I've been around the world I ya
Freak so many girls I ya
The women I done seen I ya
Some freaky little things I ya
Yo, ya bet
what I'm meanin?
It started slow with some kisses and some touches
A few more weeks went by cause we didn't want to rush it
They say a fast horse don't
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not
onto the road
Then was yellow on a pillow
Floating by a weeping willow
What a scene, rippled green
Continuing the creature's dream
Blue as night filled
rock that fresh Saint Laurent
Listen you can't tell me shit, how about you suck this dick
Everybody wants a piece of me I give them little bits
I
these niggas they be talkin out they neck man
Fuck around get dropped by a left hand
Or that 40 leave a hole in yo neck man
Who you thought i was you know
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let
I picked up my paintbrush and started on my masterpiece
I had no money but I had the time
Got some sticky little fingers, the world was mine
In
on the streets, so we took the risk
Guess what, we found out she was your sis
Now we're not Tom, Dick, Harry, or Roy
Let us crack the freak, because we're your
Prince Edward Isle
Awaitin' for a ship to come and find him
A one-horse place, a friendly face
Some coffee and a tiny trace
Of fiddlin' in the distance far
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
Jenny's daddy was five years gone
By the time that Jenny was six years old
It was her and her mom and her parakeet Pete
In a little blue house
the garden meow
Let's go dancin' to the beat beat beat
Of the little tee tom
You can bring your me-mom
Hey ho, I like you, come on out and play
Hey ho,
talking 'bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga,
talking 'bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain't bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga,
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