Lyrics:
We come around to stir up the town
We're stepping so heavy it break up the silence
Throw the whole feeling of just getting by
And oh we outside
my family home
But our little town couldn't hold your big ideas
And I knew I couldn't hold you on the phone
This big city seemed like a small town
to love 5 or 6 people
Who made life just a little bit better
But we don't make it out of that town where we talked all about
How it made us seem helpless,
I see
Hey Big Spender spend, a little time with me
This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie
All these girls be raunchy
Like let me see your peen
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
your town we gon' burn that shit down
They astounded by the mountain of gas I done smoked
Champagne fountain Ima fill up my glass when it gets low
Take
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
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
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
I need a break from the loud and the mad
And the fast interstates and a big town
I'm just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy
Lookin' for
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
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
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
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
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
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
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
through
They were still in their teens
When he gave her the ring
They were married late one May
And they moved into a little house
On the far end of town
they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly
they move, Noodles shoot that fucking whore
Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know
That we riddled some middlemen who didn't do diddly
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with big dreams
Who skip school sub-divide you with pistols
Headquarters of corruption
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