Lyrics:
gonna make it loose
No hard feelings
It is the game now
We fight for freedom
The gang ain't fair
Killing niggas on, a daily basis
I need God, on a daily
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
fold my clothes
Clean my room, organize my cutlery
Like every given day
I've traded my soul for the ordinary
Everything that made me a person
So that i
When Grandma and her girls
Were singing sweet and low
For me and the Wildwood Rose
We'd be way down the road by the break of dawn
Biscuits
would probably think it's Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I'm gripped up, hangin' off
They took old Danny Boy for a ride from the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters by the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry the tears
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing or lovey-dovey
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message to the receiver
keep it moving till then
Lets keep it moving
To higher heights
Improving by day and by night
I cant lose it
Stay focused no hype
Therapeutic kind
on a first name basis
Can we get dinner and I'll ask how your day is
But you can't communicate
You don't know what you do to me
And all you ever choose to say,
gonna shout for more, give it up
Rippin' chicken pickin' guitar, I love Texas fiddle by far
Call me old-fashioned, back in the day, I like country music
Working on these tracks on a day to day basis
We set aside all the bullshit, you know what I mean
'Cause ABA is the next move always improving
'Cause
came
14 days went by
Our lives ain't the same
I think about you and smile alone on a day to day basis
I think I might have hit a home run, all the bases
the cheese
You know I
Worked at the
Waffle House
24/7 get no sleep
I cooked a
Sauce biscuit
For niggas who
Want to beef at 3
I scraped the sides
Of the pot
They took old Danny Boy for a ride
From the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters
By the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry
down on nigga they running out of fear
I'm a north nigga by the end of the day
Gun butt a nigga with the end of the k
Kick you in the ass and send you
able to express my thanks
Get a taste of His goodness
When I see your face, baby
For the rest of my days, I am yours
And you are mine
No valley low is
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
experience on a day to day basis
Racists fiends police behind the chases
Basis for the bullshit kickin without the basics
Fuck out my face bitch how I be
just get up out the way
On the ground is where we lay
At the bottom where we stay
So we praying for a better day
Better Day
Going through a lot, this
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
takin MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted, for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist still trippin, thinkin
What
back my biscuit
Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it
Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego
I got a big ol' Eagle
Gotta give
to who's gonna call that cab to take us back to mine, Then time flew by
From picking a spot for our first vacation, to picking a rock to say you're taken,
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