Lyrics:
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog?
And man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all
And he shouldn't be gone, in front
'packin'
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it
So if you're at a show in the front row
I'm a call you a bitch
and the pool house cause fuck the shitty apartment
Investing in yourself and some land and fuck the garments
Mind like cerebral when used by Charles Xavier
poppin'
" Just remember, last year this time
We were in a fucking cage, okay?
You remember i like to forget that
I say be happy with what you got
You be
a basket
Real old love, some calling it jurassic
Perplexed by my lines, in my mind real madness
Made for each other, you the Johnson to my Magic
and bringing my family back together
Thank you for good friends in my time of weakness to make me feel better
Thank you for helping me finish this album
I be pimpin' in my wife b lookin' for my white t
That I left next to my Nikes
Yeah, I stay on that hood shhh
Smoke trees, codeine with the good shhh
quite
Then, Aaron Burr, the almost Prez to Jefferson's delight
In '04, Pinckney came in second, Jefferson was first
Tried a second time against Madison,
Charles Gibbs
Words and Music Chris Foster
Copyright May 3rd 2003
Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs
Brandishing his sword in pirate
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
feelin' the urge
I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I'm flying by so high in the sky
I'll
house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money, hold up
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (Come on)
Say
house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money, hold up
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (Come on)
Say
to the DaBaby, cause we had to make sure that we had some “ish” with some bop in it. I’m just a typical 18 year old kid. Since we have been stuck in the house
you finish working out)
Feel so good, feel so good, yeah (or when your girl come before you do)
Every time I hit the block, the shepherd come
her tight
Big vibes
Anytime we touch road
Let the good times roll
No
Fighting in the dancehall
My yute find a gyal and hold a vibe
Big vybz
Anytime we
in chains
We were just the cattle now its time to take the reigns
I know what its like to be working minimum wage
It stressed me out so much for me
in berlin?
I don't live in berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, lyndon johnson lives in texas too, does he not?
I know,
still heating up the house with the oven and uhh
Its all good we all caught up in the mix
Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen cents uhh
Ya too low to knock
the morning like what's up
Today I'm feeling good enough
To not give a fuck
I'm enough
When you see me I'm solo
Looking in the mirror
Woman to woman
Like this
three-pointers look easy
Magic Johnson, in my opinion there was no better leading
Michael Jordan, he's amazing how does he jump so far
No matches perfect, so I
Ray Charles
Jimmy Lewis (indented)
[both together]
[Uh-Uh]
Wait a minute, Jimmy, look here
I'm listenin'
As I was wakin' up this
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