Lyrics:
the doctor for you
Got potions, got elixirs
Oh, just a drop’ll do the job
By the time I’m done telling what I’m selling
You’ll be buying all the selling I’ve
hands like she a goalie
Get ya hand up out my face don't dap me up you knew da old me
Dis dope gon throw me off da cage I feel like I'm Mick Foley
Gotta
through Mexico
We hitched a ride from an old pickup
And climbed in with the chickens in the back of the truck
I got to Tijuana by the middle of the day
wilson was the president
And summer blew her good-bye through the trees
A child of changing times
Growing up between the wars
The fords rolled off
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
the rain
Good people hide their faces
And they hide their eyes, yeah
'Cause the city is dying
And they don't know why
Oh, oh Baltimore
Ain't it
Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser came by here
No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero
Cook that shit up, Quay (DatPiff dot come, world premiere)
Duke I see you, Lil Baby, Neighboor
You know how we rollin' nigga
Whoever don't like
goes by
Everything else keeps changing
You and I
We get continued next week
Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade
New ones are quickly
fit the whole
Gang inna the car? Rah
Probably fit the whole gang in the G wagon
From a likkle G, I knew I would be something
If they don't ride for me
looking for a good time old time, it's a good time here tonight
Over by the bar that's Uncle Pen,
You know he'll scratch and moan all day
But Let him fill
the Beamer or the Benz, Wagon or the truck
Till my people delivered, Man I don't give a fuck
Stay pushin' the line with mine
Treat peeps I'm with good
disastrous
A couple years ago, they laughed at this
Naw, the groupie bitches grab my dick
Don't love me now, you can drink my, grandma my piss
I'm an old
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
queen, with her quaint guillotine
Ha ha ha ha
Those were the good old days
I see Indians draggin'
An empty covered wagon
When scalping the settlers
this
Real ass nigga I could never fake this
I ain't talkin bout much I just pulled up, in a old school truck white t new chucks,
Made good green cause I
Remember the good old days
Before I was replaced by a fake
I'm not the only on that thinks
It's safe to say you've changed
(Away, away, away)
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon
Getting out of the wagon because I am lagging
I notice that the pain have got me but fuck it away because I don’t need that (Don’t even want it)
Going
really don't care, I think I just quit
I was bad now I'm better
I was sad now I'm better
Looking back I knew you were no good (no good)
I'm by myself
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
care
To remember this town
Oh Wellington
Wellington
Be our home
Wellington
Wellington
Don't let us go
Through shattered glass
And Mama's hand
Our wagon
yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
It's cloudy in the west, a-lookin' like rain,
And my durned old slicker's in the wagon
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