Lyrics:
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee, eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road
Pull
apply pressure and go for the win to never try is the ultimate sin
Mr no name with no shame yeah you know thats him
Welcome to paradise where shit gets
fade to black
Where I was warm oh now I feel cold
And when did the light through my window change
I pass by your house
It's so empty to see all
gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
mixes it with salt and cream
It taste real nice
Ooo-ooo
Augustus Jackson was a free black man
A chef at the White House for the Madisons
He came
workin'
Closed curtains, fear no man but God
Now they callin' me Lord
I pray on the sinners when bald palms touchin' like an applause
My synagogue is
the capital with no capital
No water in my tank but oil money in the bank
Cat calls like bat calls for niggas wanna hit the cat raw
But we can't love our women
a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!
[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get
got no other opp (got no other option)
Shit, I go so hard I might wake up with a concussion (I go hard)
The way I piece this shit together, man, it's
really no amount of
Money that could make
You more influential than you are now so my
Question is: What are you going
To do with all
Of the influence that
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face
Her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain
Falling open with the laughter
And closing with
of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face
Her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain
Falling open with the laughter
And closing with
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!
What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!
[Chorus: B-Real]
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no
the most
Got a house with a lake, so I bought a boat
'Bout to switch up a play, that's an audible
State-to-state, private jet with some model hoes
I done
nurse
Who helped people with polio
Played by Rosalind Russell
No idea who Nick was nick Charles
Perhaps? The Thin Man played
By William Powell
(26)
Got 'em turning white, call that Michael Jackson
Pull up to the function with that Jackson action
It's crazy how fast I can switch up but I ain't
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
fill me with information everytime she give me some
No you can't check me
Need a bag hefty
Keep the pockets heavy
Gas strong Hercules
I don't pop no
nose at
I fuck with the Brims, and I fuck with the niggas that yell was crackin
We see him down the block, my niggas blitz, he did the Lamar Jackson
I
I hope it leave my ass wheezin'
I keep searching but I can't find the meaning
House by the ocean, we could let the breeze in
So what if it's an Airbnb
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