Lyrics:
on a turnpike, let me by, I only wanna wonder why when I don't die
Ew, I shot ya, yeah, I know, I only wanna go where my wheels roll
Monday, I'm all high, get me
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
his head is hollow, imma make a dent
Money tight down in São Paulo, counting every cent
Trend setter yeah I swear they follow I told em get bent
Getting
nights have been hot, it's that muggy sort of air
Doesn't let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there
On top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet
on his Heely's
Now I'm finna get down yelling somebody beer me
So chug this beer with me
Get drunk with Charlie Scene
Sense this urgency
'Cause I
No pigs pulling a triggers then standing idly By
Watching her daughter Cry as she Dies in Agony.
No pass for Reagan and Charlie Wilson arming Osama
No
used to sit the bench
I remember gettin' chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
Swallowed a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po
By the Time I Get to Phoenix
Was the last song on your mind the day you left
You woke up in Nogales
With Tequila with her name across your chest
mean everybody to
Turn up!
Turn up!
Turn up!
Turn up!
Turn up!
Let's get it
Bop to the left
Bop to the right
Bop to the left two times
Bop
a pic, Tupelo like this song
Hit it good, it's the za and I'm gone
Sex start with a little Luther
Speed it up with a little Za
Get it off with Charlie
And tomorrow it could all go wrong,
So Charlie let's live it up tonight.
"But Monty, what if the sub gets hit? Or they realise our documents are fake?"
"Oh
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll
Charlie Wilson you giving me chills
I'm tired of teachers cause we go to school and they try to us who we can and can't be
They can't tell me shit what
to floss
But nigga if I get that tooth
Picked you'll be riding off
I make sure you never have no
Plaque when I'm holding you down
I send you to that cold
to death on Wilson Street
Maybe I can get rich off of my beats
Or if it comes to it selling my feet
It seems that there's no hope left for me
So I'm crying
When Jim and Charlie were six years old
Hiram took em down to the boarding school
As a foster kid and a native father
I was forced to think that he
Young Charlie wit the trip-8
THIZZ fase
Head case
Stale face in every photo
Ever since fifth grade
Sharper than a switchblade
Lion hearted
Iron
crew
Philly, soda pop
I'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got
can think of is Bob’s dick
I need you, Bob
My heart stops
So much pain, liquor bottle drops
It’s a lot, Amy a bot
Didn’t even get to know what Charlie
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
it back, I love the way she wiggle it
Like Fif' said all I need is a lil bit
Go get Russell Wilson if you looking for a gentleman
It ain't no Future
Amendment!")
("Black men get the right to vote!")
("A citizens right to vote shall not be denied or abridged in the United States or by any state on account
somehow they didn't win Samantha's heart
But tonight she will be Charlie's, if he can only get that old Poulan to start
Been sittin' in the shed so
we here to get rowdy
Rowdy, rowdy, yeah
Now it sounds like Charlie Brown, wah wah when they talking
Ground shake I stomp down, down when I’m walking
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