Lyrics:
and he wasn't bad.
My old black cat wasn't much of a looker.
You could pass him by ? just a quiet shadow.
Got pushed around by all the other little
team pull up you gon need some fuckin backup
Got the semi tucked pull it out and it gon blast ya
Fake bitches give em Oscar's they some actors
Fuck em
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where every room is always clean
Her father is a good man, since she was born he had a plan
To keep her lucky
She'll take his old job at the firm
When
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
deity from Hamunaptra
I rip niggas in half I am a torn author
Niggas full of bologna somebody get em an Oscar
I'm writing slicker than black Ice
I'm good
good
No we don't care if you think we could
We won't be overlooked!
All the labels here, and they want to book
Me and my team, but we don't wanna look
fixin'
Old school still being governed by the old rules. Tell me something good right now or what's the
Bad news? I'm the way you taking me. There wasn't
your Oscar? Where's your Emmy?
Where's your championship ring?
You were the host of Millionaire
But never rich did ads for Old Spice
But you still smell
right?
It's the way that shit go
Yeah, it's all good
You ever been surrounded by police?
And overhear them whispering to plan where to throw a ki?
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
I found my love where the gaslight falls
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
me
I'm lookin' at it man
Since I been 13 years old man I've been watchin these cats man
I ain't no ho, but I know, ya heard me, why'knahmsayin?
So
feeling like I can't die
Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME)
And I'm chasing it (OR) am I facing it
(NIGGA) No past I'm erasing it
I'm an addict got
before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud as thunder.
that's been fifty years ago an' if you go by there yet
you some complimentary TDE ski masks
Question, you know how many copies The Matrix sold?
It don't matter, The Matrix old
I double cats, I ask 'em if
I live out in the country used
To hang on old Pond Creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa used
To cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn
A parody of "Riding With Private Malone" (Written by Thom Shepherd and Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball)
New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd
The old folks dream no more
Their books have gone to sleep
The piano's out of tune, the little cat is dead
And no more do they sing on a Sunday afternoon
that?
Making sure we was just on the same page
(We sure was)
Old ass game imma play that
Shit all changed by the look in her face
Smoke all my problems
SRT full throttle like I'm in a damn nascar
Got a rocket for my engine lil nigga I jus blast off
They tryna play wit me brand new switch I'm ready
Bad madabeesh just by affiliation
Gassed up like a brand new filling station
Lost interest in what in everybody saying
Started hearing out the queen
you live to prosper
See yo face on the screen hear your name at the Oscars
Buy myself a brand new chopper sport cars & helicopters
Make sure i do it
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town Dirty old town
I heard
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