Lyrics:
Yo, I'm like lately seeing like,
Many man-a coming up with funny little skanks and ting but,
When I'm on a skankin' ting, no lie I'm on a blankin'
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
listenin' to this project
If you, if you know me, go ahead and DM me right now
Let me know what you think of the album
Go ahead, text me, let me know
I
go down to that little old shack
And just find out if all them things I heard was true
There was a big black dog a lying in the yard
And he growled
smoke, pistons churn
Steel rails and big wheels turn
This train keeps rolling along
Across the endless prairie land
Mighty buffalo used to stand
[Intro - Shadow - talking]
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga
(rowdy I see you nigga)
Yeah (Queens)
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker
A stranger came to town with two torn shoes upon his feet
Singing songs of sadness picking girls off of the street
He made a little bit of music was a leader
Germany, now everybody in this twist ganja
Now I wanna go to my second home big Tech is prone to ganja
Some of that new legal purple good colora-marijuana
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
as mother & fog
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sea! Osh!
Where's yr little Neppytune
tonight?
These gentle tree pulp pages
which've nothing to do
with yr crash roar,
the life for...
You little maggot
Have you never seen the moon
Gliding 'cross the western sky
A dead oak tree by the waterside
Putrid vapors rising
That
I’m from the land of the trill
Keep mind on a mill
All a nigga trying to do is get this paper
I’m just dying to live
Niggas dying in the field
Tell
Orleans.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let
I just want to say from the bottom of my heart,
I'd like to take this chance to apologize to
Absolutely no one!
C to the V
My grandma, you got big
all back on dry land
I'm building a big red boat,
Been building a big red boat,
Between my meetings and at night
I'm tired, but I stay inspired,
Publishing/Showbilly Music
New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd (I stopped here due to the album details stopped here...but I knew Cledus would have been listed in there...so I
Rubber babe, big baddie
Check the scoreboard, I win, no tally (yeah)
All my bitches bad, big breast and batty (ooh)
Yeah, I got a little fatty but don't
to lie
Can't afford a funeral, 'cause the costs is high
God damn, we can't even afford to die!
[Chorus]
But if you buyin' a house, I'll be your land lord
tiny little dot packs a huge punch
It's the difference between rent
Money and lunch money
Tell me that ain't a big deal
I am not a gospel rapper
There is
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
Linden Boulevard, little Coupe, big rocks
Real estate only, I ain't fucking with the stocks
Why not, so our grandkids could feed they grandkids
And they
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