Lyrics:
I don't mind the sparrows stealin' my seed
The crow gettin' fat on my corn
But that beady eyed buzzard hangin' 'round my gal
Is gonna wish he
to keep your cottage cool"
The Welcome Wagon brought me out some sleepin' pills and booze
I got the mean old subdivision blues
Somebody came
get another wagon and a good pair of mules
We're gonna all move to Texas, we just waiting on you"
Now Coleman's daddy, he pulled up in the yard
the air
It's a movie we making
Zaza in the air
Big booty shaking
I could tell by the vibe that I'm on it
Couple bands in the spot I don't flaunt it
Hella
Sold to me by a hunchback silly bastard old woman
A hundred miles back
Who is probably the only person with good sense
In this part of the country
worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize,
For good advice
Good old Henry Ford, he was a hardworking man
He worked all night and all day
I said,
Ayy, I'm a rich Blood, by the way
And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape
Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man,
protected us from evil
Read us books by Dr. Seuss as the war
in Vietnam raged on and on
So we filled our station wagon up with gas so cheap you could drive
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
There's a place down at the sea, I'll take you there someday
But we have to go back quite away
The spirit got washed away by a generation's time
the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote
By remote, send in the meat wagon
Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin'
These stats are
the high note, Villain since a itsy bitsy zygote
By remote, send in the meat wagon
Braggin' MC's packed in with they feets draggin'
These stats are
before the morning light
I'm drivin' her old Mustang while she's sleeping in the back, we roll up by six am don't have a heart attack
And then she drops me
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
Big truck go, vroom, vroom, it ain't that wagon
Kicked up by a pool
Coolin' with this bad bitch, yeah
And I still wear my tool, tool
Like it's
b****
Uh, man I ain't never need no b****
Tell her take everything, don't leave your s***
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin'
wearin shades so my eyes don't reveal the red haze
Caused by my yung, cause days like Frankie Beverly
Amazin em back it's tried again, no roaches
Brother
No one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink
Here toast to
Selfless ten year old port is perfect in court
Safety is
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
put away that Swiss scissor
Sister I have fallen off the wagon again
Journey on the Oregon trail premature end
But will it blend?
Same old question
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
life for god and for good
I don't know what to say except if you or your brothers or friends want to come visit
We have movies in our small chapel here
Fulfill it to the max
Without, maximum security laps
Impurity lacks in the back of
A paddy wagon in fact
Tale of the dragon and ready for action
In any old
don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose like bla'!
Mini-14 like bla'!
Empty out another magazine like bla'!
Let a young nigga get by!
I kill
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