Lyrics:
Skip to my Lou my darling
I'll get another one, prettier 'n new
Skip to my Lou my darling
Little red wagon painted blue
Skip to my Lou my
bird dog on as it hovered 'bove the ground
red green and white for chicken lights
decked out and loud and proud
Ah Frosty, yeah we're 10-33 and back
1981 Dodge Station Wagon
Fire engine red, AC dead, muffler dragging
We'd driven that ol' car down every road of the sunshine state
Our whole life
a big ass G wagon
With the stars on the roof
Still with the niggas that I knew since way back
I'm rich now so a young nigga laid back
Most of ya niggas do
fuckin' these bands
It's squeezin' fashion, this shit came from France
All white coupe, like I dipped it in ranch
He easy to rob, he be poppin' them Xans
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
because I'm 'finna shit
For the, C-5 cuz I need that shit
Four years and I'm still riding, bitch
You still talking shit, you can die little bitch
By
Need me a baddie in stockings
Don't care about red flags
There's no name dropping
By the way you cropped him
Need me a baddie in stockings
Meet me
You're a bronc' bustin' man by the looks of your clothes."
"You guessed me right, and a good one," I claim,
"Do you happen to have ay bad ones
to run up closer.
Spellbound by her beauty,
Little, little rose so red,
Red rose on the heathside.
Said the boy: I‘ll pick you now,
Red rose
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast
Waitin for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast of Meridian.
She
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
Skip to my Lou my darling
I'll get another one, prettier 'n new
Skip to my Lou my darling
Little red wagon painted blue
Skip to my Lou my
dis bitch
Drive by on dis bitch
We gon leave em in a ditch
We don't flinch
We don't hitch
Hike with mike
We be wearing all dis Nike
Dat we like
We don't
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
guard back to the wagon went
But one o' them was missin',
And we knew it at a glance
Was our little Texas stray, poor wrangling Joe
Next mornin',
I stay up and i get to a bag
Can’t go to sleep can’t take no nap
Chrome heart tags that’s all on my back
My niggas don’t stab they shoot ya back
They
of years
I don't have a time machine
To turn back the time of years
I don't have a time machine
To turn back the time of years
Look at your eyes
Red
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
pure cocaine, yeah
From the streets, but I got a little sense
But I had to go coupe, no brain (coupe no brain)
I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what
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