Lyrics:
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
The horse's hooves rang clear
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
Were they deaf they did not hear?
Down
that (Live by that)
Bibby all business get crucial
We stand by that
Jigga, six he a cold blood killer
(Six he a cold blood killer)
Fell in love with
The party is open for last time again
The trumpet has blasted, there's nothing to save
The light was forgoten by those in this dancehall
The raiders
It seems that we was born at the bottom trying to level up
400 Years motherfuckers they got the best of us
They stand up in our way when we're
Igrew up in north alabama back in the 1970s
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth.
Speaking, of course, of the three great alabama icons:
George
began
The pain is greater than, when you were, at the top
But now you're at the bottom
Welcome to the bottom, you can't run, you must stay in the bottom
That's how I got from
The bottom to the top of the bottom
The label ??Empeola?? got me in the charts
My new management had me by the private parts
I went
the record on
And the aimless rise to dance
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
I see you, George, in your
Apartment on Riverside Drive
Some fifty
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
knowledge for you weak minded mothafuckas
That's been pasted down to me
By my dope slinging older brother
And most of the niggas in
The bottom call him Nino
out the struggle fighting fears
We started from the bottom now we here
A lot of ups and downs through the years
I put my trust in you
and now it is
to rebel, soldiers it's time to rebel
I don't want to live in 1984 as written by George Orwell
Yu might put ma body in the dungeon
But dragon
Yu can't put
a war
Cause we done seen enough
And it's been ripping out our souls
Start it from the bottom
And rebuild it from the core
GEORGE FLOYD
GEORGE FLOYD
my shoes scuff up my Jordans
Peso fetta guap money I'm hoardin'
Bottom grill nigga I ain't talkin' George Foreman
Sometimes I feel I gotta run it by
Hello.... hello...This is George normal...I am alive in Saint George Utah
If anyone can hear this, Do not go st. Geor...
It's gone crazy, a group
or what I do
Nigga get out my way
I been seeing people different
I don't see them the same
Worried about what I'm doing
Nigga stay in your lane
By
on and on
And the people had enough, cause knowledge is half the battle man
Defund the police, black lives matter man
Cause that's the bottom line it come down to
Not just
dolla bill, McDonald’s
We be savin’ money without switching to Geico
A buck twenty-five by the twenty car pile-up, wile up
In the Wild West, get your
brings
The storm in me
So quiet down and take a listen, perk your ears
Hear me roar to clear the air
You always said that I would lose
You always said I
(Ocean)
(Put the plan in)
(Ocean)
(Just leave me at the bottom of the ocean)
Evil is my life
Villains by my side
No, no good ones down to ride
But
my nigga
Just hold it down we older now my nigga
This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey
Light skin with herpes
Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn
slow down, george
Why start up trouble for the king
This freedom racket is a corny thing
-this freedom racket is a corny thing
Your troops are ickys
They took
George out
When this
Gone stop
Blackman man
Cant even
Run down
The block
White boys
Hopping
Out the
Truck
Ex cop
Who the fuck
Where
plaited
Bite my neck
Feel the ice drip down your face
Cause I'm a goddess
I hail from Venus
Bow down and sell your soul
Dark hair, dark eyes, Doc Martens,
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