Lyrics:
From the booth to the street, Oak-C I'm ah beast
Growling so hungry, the beef is just meat
Rolling South Side as I hustle for mine
Catch me in
Gary oak
And I stay in that lab shit you already know
Talking shit while My boy Sans benches dimensions don't let me mention to the bros
You couldn't
I'm
Buildin' me a big wall
Blockin' out you haters while I'm
Grabbin' on my white balls
One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin' all
of you, I'm growing with the boys
I still wouldn't do it different, it made me who I am today
And if I did then I might never find my voice
But when you
Lo, there's the place I laid her low, right under that white oak
tree
The little boy chose him an arrow was both keen and sharp
Laid his cheek all along
He inna public bathroom
face right by the stall
Why his face right by the stall cause that boy keep nodding off
Every night he hit his knees
but he
The nightingale is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
An old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing
Never sick of stunting on your haters
Y'all are living by the oak, I must've not have got the pages
Reminiscing on days when I used to give a fuck
that dope boy shit nigga
(Ya dig) Ya smell me
(Can't) fuck wit' ya
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Your reign on the top, short like leprauchans
I came through in
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city
these Oak Cliff streets
Nigga, Sac these streets sweet
Fore you take the life that Man has given me
Snitching comes with penalties
Once again, you bending
Dream a dream, lover
Take me in your dream
Take me anywhere you please, boy
You're making me scream
Dream a dream, lover
Love is just a dream
If you
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
You´re bleeding child
Tell me now who did this evil deed
Oh mother Moon it was the old oak tree
He took my eyes when he heard my song of my love
As I gazed
like I'm Tonya
All my boys livin' debt free, your squad like Wesley
I want head on a jet ski, she gave me head for a Fendi
For a Prada, she got sexy,
astonished by green, light of power covers me
To understand the nature of man I have now to speak with the trees.
In my life I always prayed the ancients
sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch
Where 1 Oak at?
dream of being thugs
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge
Intruded by them sirens on a daily
Buck shots it's crazy
This passion done often made me
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
Little boy you could dream
Little girl, you could
You, uh, you could dream
Little boy, you could dream
Yea
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on,
let it all be
Cloak it beneath dreams of oak and ivy
All of the wet town, trying to hide
Smoke it in laughter and sit thee outside
The black creak
you short and sweet with the love for poems?
Are you by the beach doing yoga poses?
Man of my dreams
Are you out in Brooklyn grabbin' a pizza?
sleepless, but my dreams still vivid
Hole getting deeper, but the team still winnin'
Let me look around, like will you please love me?
End up in the ground,
Up a lazy river by the old mill stream
That lazy, hazy river where we both can dream
Linger in the shade of an old oak tree
Throw away your
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