Lyrics:
Billy used a gun
Though a Hapkido expert
Former green beret
In a blue jean jacket
Wish I could fight like Billy Jack
Partly Cherokee
Partly a white
arms locked with a suave buccaneer
Jack's breaking heart could be heard 'cross the south
All the way down to Atlanta
Fueled by a rage he struck them
day this feller from Washington come by
And he spied us and he turned white as a sheet
And he dug and he burned
And he burned and he dug
And he
day this feller from Washington come by
And he spied us and he turned white as a sheet
And he dug and he burned
And he burned and he dug
And he
No coffee in the AM yea I only sip Jack
She likes to lick the cocaine off my mustache
White girl with the sun tan, drink out the bottle rug rat
I
waiting for the day she can spread her wings and fly
She rolled into town dreams in a sack
Old guitar in a blue Pontiac
She's taken a vow
She ain't
the weed...come hit the jack-pot of gold
And see the sun set on the Prodigal; I got Prada goals, so Geronimo
But I'm callin' an audible; vamano, gotta go straight
without a cop in sight thinking
Bout the red blue lights so wen
I leave make sure I'm alright ain't
Caught by the red blue lights
The Jack, yea
Man I'm too
(Black and white)
(Black and white)
(Black and white)
(Black and white)
I got all black paint and some snow on my nails
But she tell me I'm a vampire
bullied by Max?
We send a fuck nigga right to the sky
She wanna suck on my dick, I'm that guy
I cannot fuck on that hoe 'cause she white
Well actually I
and have to do it three times
Like a charm, no harm
Little pigs on a farm
Bet you'd give your right leg to have my right arm
What's next, copy text
Little
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram
niggas running from the blue and whites
cause dont fuck wit the ones queens get the money niggas know where im from the south side
Q.G.T.M. You know what
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
In fifth grade
And start taking
Drumming lessons with Mr. Scott
And that dude
He started me
On the snare
With that
Blue and white book
It's called
white body, but it's not a Lexus
My cup look a lil' red-ish
Purple inside a yellow Fanta, now it's like Cameron Reddish
She told me she's not that
white body, but it's not a Lexus
My cup look a lil' red-ish
Purple inside a yellow Fanta, now it's like Cameron Reddish
She told me she's not that
power
Fly by, my image blur
Looks like the side effects
After Ring's been observed i never sleep
Live in perpetual light
Know some Rots who insomniacs,
and keep his farm
But they wouldn't let him keep his Cherokee bride
Half-breed daughters and son by his side
No, they'd have to leave
With the Blue Ridge
the wildwood weeds
One day this feller from Washington came by
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet
Then they dug and they burned
And they burned
the wildwood weeds
One day this feller from Washington came by
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet
Then they dug and they burned
And they burned
Out across a deep blue sky
Five white birds go flying by
Wing to wing, so high and free
Together like a family
So I thought that I would call
Just
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
waiting for the day she can spread her wings and fly
She rolled into town dreams in a sack
Old guitar in a blue Pontiac
She's taken a vow
She ain't
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