Lyrics:
from Oklahoma, you were small town Texas prize,
An' every young man's dream in cut-off jeans, with that Homecoming Queen smile.
You were makin' fun
from, let me explain
In LA there's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy
Don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts
That we're too soft
a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say?
What a man gotta pray?
To be your last good night and your first good day
So, what
Popcorn!
The sporting world's had many teams
The fans have called first rate
They had the Yankees in the '40s
All agreed were really great
Packers
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
Cut Throat
Billy Nix, Little, Nickle, Cha, upmost
Respect dawgs, expect your neck cut rope
The barrel of the Swiss, whole tec up close
If the block
(Dollaz)
Big Tymer, he a slime you, just to make a flip (Slatt)
Prefer to cut it by the onion, like he shedding tears (28)
But nothing less than a 7, nigga,
Spellbound at first sight
I'm so fine, it's a sign
He'll be mine by midnight
But my pet, don't forget, beauty has a price
You will be in agony, let me be
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
kill em first
I'm not fuckin around
I'll cut that fucker down
Hit em back
One by one the sheep start to realize
Two by two we expose this world
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
to you
Throughout whatever ima stay true
Still puzzled by the things that you do
I’ll put me first the rest is on you
I said
I promise me
I promise to you
First you get the power
Than you get the money
Than you get respect
I should get sign by Nike kus I done ran me up a check
Most of ya guys ya broke
Love is a sword cause it cuts the deepest
Love's an award yea you'll feel the freest
Cause leading with your heart at first will feel like it's
get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know
of the calm, the witty
Yo shut the fuck up!
Luck said shut the fuck up!
Bitches in the back, like crack get it cut up
I speak on behalf of them broads you
a warzone
Pistol packin' and we blowin' on this ozone
I'm ridin' shotgun in the fleet with Brome
Motherfucker pop a nigga from cut and ass
I gotta hustle wars
cut the bullshit, enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to basement
And we can
and I say chill
So she puts her back up on a pillow, uh huh
Two minutes later I'm bailin' out the hos-pital
On my way to the liquor store
First thing
Each character is represented by a different instrument of the synthesized
orchestra.
For instance, the part of Billy the Bird is played
by a flute,
Eah, first time, first shot
There's nothing that can make me stop right now
Once i started it, i have to commit ... ( yeah )
Look, this is my way
change that
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
(C
It's all good, it's all good, yeah
This loyalty's a new wave
Can't respect a nigga movin' two-face
Had to cut my chick off, it's a new day
And it's
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