Lyrics:
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
a bunch of that noise while they quiet
Gotta watch out for them boys in that blue, we yelling twelve we don’t run we just shoot
They call it a robbery we
for his time was short
and he was only passing through
Passing through...
I was close by George Floyd's side
on the dreadful day he died
I filmed
to come at me though
In ‘94 mama's water broke
I moonwalked out the cooch then slid in your mama's hole
I'm such a problem though (Hc)
Many have tried, they
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
some more
In Blue Flame with your hoe throwing 1's on the floor, Oh
It's time right na to stop lying
Give em with they want
Hit em in the back of dome
a ride in Thailand. Sources said that it was because of a breakdown in communicating. Oh lord, the boat was towed into Thai waters by a German freighter
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Fuck all y'all Slobs
Puttin' in much work "
[BLUE RAG]
I'm deliverin' real in every form and characteristic
Layin' Slobs in their muthafuckin' casket
in my Louboutins, fuck New Balance (damn!)
San Vanadria, how me and BP (heh)
Sellin' chronic like it's Snoop Dogg, that was '93
Blue coupe, red
It’s like lyrically Big and Pac
Man if they friendship was cool
Motherfucking jams we making until
The skies turn blue
My view is by Badu sitting
of '78)
But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more
(I said, come in) come in
(Come on) come out into my reservoir
As I macks a men your
time for a citizen's arrest
Since you believe the color blue
Places me beneath you
Living in these days causes automatic anxiety
I got a 12-year-old
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
Birth of the Sparkchild - Featuring Orlando Watson & Simon Novsky
Written by Adrian Orlando Watson II & Simon Novsky
Sevana Sounds (BMI), Simon
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
the classroom
When the athletes used to attack you
And laugh too
Do you remember being the
Little shrimp
who gets his ass beat
In the bathroom by those bad dudes
to hold it in
Now here we are again
We still the underdogs, against the odds, it's hard to win
They burned us down to ashes in this chapter, by the end
They
sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
Then she said, "baby, would you look at that"
Damn that moon shined
In her blue eyes
On them backroads
Out by the county line
Here's to the good times
Thanks for tuning in
We should do it again
Soon
Shout out my good friend Navy Blue
This sound like Grape Soda in the summer
The heat rising,
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
niggas
stic.man - red, white and blue thugs, now
m1 - ugh
stic.man - that's how it's goin down niggas
m1 - straight r.b.g.'s (r.b.g.'s), for life, for life
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