Lyrics:
up to Nashville town
In case the boys could use a guy like me
But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad
You're bound
Little did he know that, waitin' in the closet
No matter what you call that, playboy sure got done
'Cause they know where you live and they've seen
I swear I'm bout to kill it dog
Only spit a couple bars and she can feel it in her drawers
When the album drop they'll say Chamillionaire's official
a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
have to
Do it on an angle
And in big bands
You save it for
The very end of the song
And Mr. Scott
He let me play
The song Rockin' Robin
On the kit in
the somber town, maybe in the wall.
Submitted by Egulphy
HONEY BUCKET:
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi
Like cobalt cast and clean
I got a mojo felt
Do you live in that big bright sky?
Do you live in that big bright sky?
Where the sun don't grow too hot in the summer time
The moon washes it's
whenever I wasn't in school. That was my life studio and school, school, and studio. They were only blocks apart.
And I really didn't feel like I fit in
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
it's like, I
Wrote three chords, four chords, and it
Fuckin' goes off when we perform it
Live and you know what? I
Love looking in the crowd and seeing
Witnesses
Older cats mack, roll with young godz that got the guns
Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run
Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from
the club,
But ain't nothing wrong,
To have a little salsa in ya blood,
I see a couple thugs,
With some bitch Tennessees,
My town but,
I still got
[Harlettes:] This is the story of a young girl
who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get
the man that I am?
A god among men, only without the tan
It's simple, every time I have to make a choice
I just listen to my little inner voice, and he says
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Hip Hop Hooray
by Naughty By Nature
Album : 19 Naughty III
Give it up for Naughty By Nature
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
You drew
the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope
Cause in this town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that can't live too long
So what's my option, do it or not
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
love to meet 'em if only my albums went viral, but I know that there's
No sleep 'til, ah shit
I get a deal
Goddamn, alright, let me get back to reality
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
the case
You living large, your skin is dark they flash a light in your face
Now, who is cat dining out on the town?
Maitre'd wanna take a whole year
sequins and tourists locals and yokels
Throwing back cold ones to warm up their vocals
In a place on the south side of town
Named after Old Saint Nick
back
It's deadweight, never had it you can have it back (have it back)
Cause these boomers and these losers only cater to each other
Drop an album in
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