Lyrics:
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
hung on ropes
Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope
I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote
[Chorus]
"I'm
hung on ropes
Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope
I resurrected Nat Turner with this song that I wrote wrote
[Chorus]
"I'm
see it die in the streets
Black suit, black hursh, Baldy PREE your death hurt me
Wish I can bring em back but life goes on
God needed some true soilders
career so Eastwood
I'ma change my name to Clint
Homie keep the spark in this bitch
My pockets fulla flint
Could not drown my in stagnant water
In
hats
Are still coming on pretty strong
While me and Kris and John and Willie
Are stilling plodding right along
Clint Black's moved out
all in a daze
With the wild funk blaze
Good grief
One time for your mind now, as I have to climb now
Step by step now, where your rap now
I kick
IF YOU DON'T KNOW BY NOW
CLINT DANIELS
DALE DODSON
I'M JUST COUNTRY BOY, RIGHT TO THE CORE
I'M AN OLD BALL CAP, PAIR A' FADED BLUE JEANS NOTHING
j'tema le clint eastwood
Jsuis avec lv smoove comme hurricane bientôt le link y double
D'auditeurs de bonne musique comme nous le sommes
Faut qula basse
...
(Kacekid, Clint Kash)
I been getting so fucked up
My memory been fumbling
Smoking to forget all of my traumas and my sufferings
Never felt
get caught in the rain, I'm just a lost soul, with a crossbow and Clint Eastwood's poncho, in a showdown with the grim reaper, I'm going in like an inn
Clint Black & Hayden Nicholas
You can wave your signs in protest
Against America taking stands
The stands America's taken
Are the reason that you
take over everything around
I’m gunning, I’m coming to shoot you down
And no, you can’t run, apocalypse
The invincible young Clint
See I came from
these black streets, I was told she was introduced to it by her ex-man
Who moved out to brooklyn for easy Money and his next plan
But his hand dealt
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
squashed my beefs and things seem to be looking decent
Recently, but don't jinx it, it's like Clint Eastwood
Looking for peace though, maybe not finna
one
But wisdom is not book smart
It's Clint Eastwood with a gun
Going through hard times
Pharcyde passing you by
And accrue archives on this game
cheeks
She's clapping it to the claps and the hi-hats that's sweet
Hide that 3 5 in my Levi's, under my black Calvin briefs
I'm a beehive, cause the buzz
right or wrong
Riding by ourselves
We been going strong
We lost millsz then Clint
Keep are name up out y'all mix
If y'all bitches gotta problem
Come n
Smokey Vibes
Written and performed by Derrell
Yea
FLIGHT shit
Man I have been listening to waaay too much Wayne
Waaaay too much
Please don’t ask me
want you to play
I need a cliché and a Cadillac
'cause she stopped loving me today
All I need is a little Clint Black
To help make my pain go away
I
they ain't on shit
Get killed on the set
Pushing you off if you still on the fence
Come from the gutta was raised by another and then I found out my
with breast milk from the d cups
I snort that up used it to chop up
A rabbi and a priest walk in in all black
Ahh fuck
I beat my family in the back
nigga who decided to put cream in coffee
That nigga must have been sweet
That nigga don't drink black coffee like me
Fuck coffee that shit gon' stain my
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