Lyrics:
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow
a bitch from Minnesota
I got cookies by the ounce Kush by the pounds
Hit me up if you want smoke and best believe its going down
Eyes real low, so you
pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I
Submerge me in your ground
Submerge me in your ground
Lie me in the river, float by in the seaside
Feeling like the best bargain bucket, bye bye blackbird
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
One evening fair as the sun was shining
To Kilkenny I did ride
I did meet with Captain Brady
A tall commander by his side
Then you are welcome,
vision, five side dimension
You know the light
Go from the dark
The other way is ass-backwards
It's absurd
Make you want to crow like a blackbird
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys, for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven, for just you and I
When we're
(Cool, cool, coo-cool) Ayy
What time is it?
What time is it?
I got a penthouse in Manhattan
Two more in Malibu
I bought a '87 Cadillac Seville
it's warmer but New York is used to that already
Manhattan built the cemetaries where the blacks is buried
I take the Staten Ferry I walk to Broadway
know mantis legends?
How it was it all started?
It was fighting off this blackbird
Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size
it
There's aniseed and you're
Laced with kisses
The morning comes with the blackbird song
We find our keys on the kitchen table
And forget what's done
This
her eyes
Oh, my God, when she was mine
See how she moves through the door
How she loses her keys
How she loses her cool
Watching blackbirds
could be the paths to righteousness
A blackbird flew from where we come from
She was always told she
Wasn’t gon’ be nothin’
Now we hug her like the shero
Excuse me gorgeous
Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know, relaxing
Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan
Shot a verb, that tranked her
[Street Life]
Excuse me gorgeous..
Just maxin' lookin' for hoes you know relaxin'
Met this redbone Jasmine midtown Manhattan
Shot a verb that
shoot up over the skyline of manhattan
But the lights are out on the mean streets
A small kid stands by the lincoln tunnel
He's selling plastic roses for
better start doing it right
And the lamb lies down, down, down
Down on Broadway
Early morning Manhattan
Ocean winds blow in off the land
The Movie-Palace
a trance
It's somethin' funny made by me and it's called the Biz Dance
I think the way I do it is so unique
By the way I move my hands, hip,s legs
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome is of another day
I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan
I'm
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two
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