Lyrics:
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Like two white hills all covered with snow
The loom goes click and the loom goes clack
The shuttle flies forward and then flies back
gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt
it smart 'fore I gotta hop out the dark
Make that blicky go blah-ts-ts bap
I smack that bitch on her ass
I smack that bitch and her dad
I smack that
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
I'll still play with you niggas
But in my own way tho nigga
Yo
But not in the faggot sense
Like tiger
I had to go off on some white kids
Calling me
nigga Snoop
It woodn't be crackin wit out you
I woodn't be standin in deez black walla c's
I'd be back in da hood wit dem g's
Frum kidnaps an' jacks
When I touched my first honey bun
Give it back and times ts by three
Uh uh
Uh uh
Come on
Auh auh
Da Menaxe
Jane E.'s living life so plain
You could be the baddest thang ever sang on stage
You could be a lame you could be a plain Jane
Imma do me
I hope you
curves quite low
Ride by curbside slow
Sit back and observe my flow
Chasing after that Pearl white glow
Pull up to the side they tryin to race
Give em
back when they let me
Before you learn how to lie when you're leaving
Love is so much easier then
And at school would you believe three hundred boys
on
I'm about to go across your dome
And send you mothafuckas
Back home, like
Get your shit to packing
I ain't a fan of your rapping
You got some niggahs
Had to go and get my own
I tell ya, papa was a Rollin' Stone
Nigga always left me 'lone
Guess that shit just made me strong
Had to go
hella broke
Chillin' with a white bitch, she do hella coke
Call up my lil' southern, bitch, yea she, on go
Livin' my life just too fast
Too fast like 220
Tied down against the tracks
Screamin' in silent black and white
You trust us
We are such villains
We will tell ourselves anything we want
Tied down against the tracks
Screamin' in silent black and white
You trust us
We are such villains
We will tell ourselves anything we want
Yeah, Young Rich Niggas
Back to back, two times
Hit a nigga with the throwaway
Bitch I came from another place
Unfortunately we couldn't beat
white feather
Maybe I'm just a plain superstitious man
But I found hope how was I to know that was all we had
All we had
When the lights go down
I'm
and Marie
You little thotties as plain as can be (Yea)
I mean plain as can be
I mean Jane and Marie
I need them yellow, black
White as can be (Yea)
I mean
all past
Such a wearisome trade is the weaver
Where are the girls, I will tell you plain
The girls have gone to weave by steam
And if you'd find them
This could go on forever if we let it
This repetitive rhetoric is pathetic
Back to nowhere is where the argument's headed
You are who you are
Who am I
We go back like four flats on the Cadillac
Nigga, you ain't never been to a hood day
You don't know Ice Cube, today was a good day
You ain't never
wasting half is life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the red the
White and blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Pocket full of back stab
it go by so fast
I need a rider
To Stick by my side girl
I'll take you higher
Lift you up to my world
Dressed in designer
Flashy things and nice curls
wit me now
They say its my time the rollie is plain
The carti im busting it down
The fn is on me can't go like a sucker
These n****s ain't walking me
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