Lyrics:
a moonlight Saturday night
Little moonshine with you by my side
George Straits on the radio
I got a cold beer in my hand
I can't wait to be your man
Seeing you
something
Here goes nothing
Ain't that something
Don't got room for me in your life end of discussion
The album's a bakers dozen
This is all in my timing
I stay sharp yeah mack diamond so sharp that's me I mean you kno my money grown but I stay sharp I pull up lookin like new money still so crisp so
Mm-hmm, ye-yeah..
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly
dick
In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets
George Gibbs a Sawyer by his Trade,
not married long I hear
,
No children weighed upon his hand,
no debts he had to fear,
I understand he and his
probably didnt know. I stay with the Whip like I was Indiana Jones. Yo i'm here for a minute, so grab your camera phones.
Im half amazing and plus i'm half
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And crackin em up with the word of the wise
I be
a beer
And get on up in the truck
It's going down tonight
It's all on me
It's B-Y-O-B, and I've got all we need
Yeah boy I'm bout to show me a city slicker
like, fuck
Let me see if I can replicate that
Heh
It's gonna be hard, but I'm gonna try my best
The element of fire
The element of earth
The element
busting shots at ya'
They trying to topple your regime, the gestapo with the cream
Got plots to cop nukes from russian mafia
By who's poll is George Bush
Stack O' Dollars Trk 14 2:53
Sleepy John Estes
(James Estes)
Sleepy John Estes - guitar & vocal
With: Noah Lewis - harmonica
Jab Jones - piano & Yank
Jones
Smoking and making classics, that's the type of shit I'm on
All these niggas plastic, I can see who right or wrong
I can't name an album Crooked
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
can miss me with that hating
Knowing life ain't nothing easy
So I keep one in the chamber
Be with Beezy you know me you got a gangster
Stole my quarter
bumpin', i arrive
Davy Jone$ is here to thrive
Now just wait for your demise
Ain't no surprise if i'm gonna overdose and fuckin' die
Makes me wanna fuckin'
And Fat Joe got Remy, so you can't be the queen
Talk trash, ayo matta fact.. my man right here..
Came all the way from Compton, to see me put you to shame
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
people disagree with me
And how stereotypically boring these lyrics will be
[Pre-Chorus]
The beast is sort of cool
[Chorus]
I like the beast, a little
To all my soldiers, yeah we all here,
My forebears are armies full of kamikazes;
Warfare, it's all fair, who wanna harm me?
Kill this rap shit with
governments have lied
Air out the spot ragnarok avenger of genocide
I know the elite hate me I feel it in my bones
I be spitting the truth info warrior like
Dude somebody get help
Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm
Yo you just got here
Why can't you let me go
Muhaahahahhahahaha
Why won't you let me go
Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga
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