Lyrics:
And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21,
And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21,
(yuh)
Then we all coolin' (yuh)
By the oceanside (yeah, yeah)
Tight like the Goonies (ow, ow)
I can't switch up
Too much of a swisher
This where I'm good
I'm ma be alright
Gonna make to the top of the ring
I'm heart is racing, contemplating
I'm in the Matrix but feeling so good I ma live
Meditating,
Side by side, line them up
Can't hold your own bitch, you never do enough
All my life
Rising up
I gotta whole team, we're gonna level up
Im never
Alright I'm droppin' a bomb
Like in the middle of Nam
You bitches gonna be gone
Name is napalm
Comin' right down better stay strong
That's a big fuck
The farmer should be sociable with the cowboy
If he rides by an' asks fer food and water
Don't treat 'im like a louse
Make him welcome in your house
But be
And learn the words by heart the way you should
I don't say I'm no better than anybody else,
But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good!
All:
I don't say I'm
my best
Girl, I try to do my best
Don't you do it, don't break my heart
Go down to the river and there I'll be
I'm gonna jump in, baby, if you
like September 12th
And I'd be asking you myself, but Jacob's ladder already fell
Like so many others I can't do it by myself
Motto of Home Depot, you
to put gas in their vehicle
And though times hard and money short consumer goods are produced by poor people
When nuff of them are walkathon and have no
controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
So if niggas want to bite the sound like Tyson
Deck him in the left eye,
But it ain't to shave
I got pesos, I got pesos
Bad hoes by the caseload
And she gonna get a face full
And she gonna get a face full
So pardon if the kid
I know that I'm not gonna sleep tonight
Cause you're not by my side and that ain't right
I thought that we bought this bed for two,
But what good
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
Battle, then a motherfucker dies, I be getting me ready and all, hotter music by
The same nigga who made "Ding Dong Ditch Nigga!"
I could really get
Long as I'm here by your side
We gonna catch a vibe
RnB 4 Sk8ers
We gone link it up tonight
and Imma see you later
Meet me at the park
After
[Spoken: ]
What's up, Juvie
What's happenin', B.Geezy
I'm chillin'.
Me, I don't like them old bitch ass niggas
I don't like them bitch ass
all by yourself, good and bad I mix I never tell (I never tell)
Act like I don't tell (Really don't tell)
All I want is like fifty bands, hundred racks
I hear you groan
Its good to warm your bones
Warm your bones
Warm your bones
Sit by the fire
Said its gonna be all fine
No one told you, sit up
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
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