Lyrics:
hundred and sixty-three feet of gleaming flight equipment
Being pushed up
Through the blue skies above
Hello, Neil and Buz
I copy to you by telephone
sider rider
Ridin out by the beach until the day is complete
I won't stop, no can over the prop flow
I was snot nose kid, I had the potholes
In my
one of my best pieces of fiction
And it's called I'll be getting by
And I'll make ends meet does the forty hour week have you bent at the knees
a plan (I got a plan)
To drink for forty days and forty nights
A sip for every second-hand tick
And every time you fed the line,
“you mean so much
try to play it cool (cool)
Baby, I ain't playin' by your rules (rules)
Everything look better with a view
Why you always in a mood? (Mood)
Fuckin
and profit is not my amenity
I'm just here to get popped by the cops
Get popular so I can discredited in a documentary by the enemy
While in a homicidal,
Thug]
Slim Thugga..
I roll scrap glock 40 in my left
i rap but still think like im grindin in the trep
trynna dept to the change from the streets
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
Delta Dawn what's that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was ameetin' you here today
open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
Got to many guns to be worried bout these ni****
To many hoes to be worried bout these bitches
I bought a 40 in it came with extension
I bought
Yeah! Markus
I don't trap yeah I hustle
Keep a .40 and some muscle
All my life I had to fight so
I keep some bloody knuckles
This That motivation in
the page
flashing street lights
I cant fold before I graduate
The promise mine
Been riding 808s for 40 days
40 nights
40 days
Frankly living right
from the fully its gone disperse
U dont... want this... 40Cal... im pretty sure... itll blow u down
Put that beam on your nose, i knew you were a clown
Fast cars got me swervin out the back yard
Servin up the beef on a plate if you ask for it, yup
Ran up 40 bands on some light shit yuck
Still they
know what's going on over there
Ruger
Keep talkin', I'ma hang you by your tongue
Off the Def Jam building, wait for the cops to come
Little bum, fuck
day
What you got 40 times a day
You ain't crunk motherfucker
You ain't crunk (what)
You ain't crunk motherfucker
You ain't crunk (what)
You ain't
Never got to understand why he running
You can run a 4 flat on a 40 that shit not outrunning
Point to the sky a lot that's where I'm going
Really
Cloud 40 in the building
Hoe We making it rain
It's yo asphalt
hit her
Cause she merged on my lane
Just hit some twins
Can't even look at them bitches
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just like F John wayne
With the guns blazing ah ah (Forty-fives blazing ah ah)
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just another run away
Now I’m
of a sudden
All of a sudden
No be today my people dey suffer
No be today
I say e don tey my people dey suffer
If na by hardwork
Poor man go get money
Poor man
Forty days I'm crying and forty nights
For my dream he's dying and all my pride
Endless days I'm praying come back and stay
You change my wile by
Roach coach Mexican horn
Singing "La Cucaracha"
Suede face, beggin' for bones
Won't stop till he's got ya
Surfer-boy, skating to Hell
Be home by
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