Lyrics:
They"), Now-Now, Now-dey, Now-Now, Now-dey Now Now they got Me in a Cell
Nigga Back up back up back up before you get your punk ass smoked
I'm back by
come beef with us, I gotta turn shit up, I gotta get shit movin' turned around he got hit by the toolie,
Knocked him down ey that boy was a goofy. 762
in that little gold dress
Damn she bad
Silhouette
Man I swear pussy was the Best
Can't wait for them gold slugs and them chains around my neck
murdered six
Andrew come around he just popped the bitch
I never run from a fight
We stay until we see the light
That's my life
That's my life
(eternal life)
to sleep around
But give me the chance and
I need something to hold on to
Think like my baby's hand or Andrew's drumming
From downstairs as I'm recording
Hypocrite You Listening
Quick Drink Your Golden Everything
You golden everything you golden everything
Hiding crime to get by
Rules that lie to you to i
One elegant solution
Shout-out to Andrew Lee
Shout-out to Christopher Jeffrey
Shout-out to Joseph Poon
And shout-out to Prince Andrew Lee
Members
Namers
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing
through the light
You a NOLA baby
I'm a NOLA baby baby
Written by: Andrew Morehead Jr.
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
I spit Lazarette get yourself to arrogant
I told them Motorola Coca Cola strolla
Use to chop coke on a gold plate
And watch my jewish friends eat off
Yo, yo, is this thing on? I have something to say
SPIT
Zavior Fredrick Andrew Kenney-Tewes
That is my full legal name
Work real hard each and every
severed and I can never
Get out of all these complications
They setting up monsters waiting
They praying on my downfall hoping I never make it
Faking
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Lotus 7s
Through the London streets one day
Nobody ever gets away
Even the best of us come back some day
To the unmarked rooms, where the dry dust
the days of gold
How oft' times I repine for the days of old
When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly
noo limit
It get gold in it
It get gold in it
It get gold in it
I must go get it
It get gold in it
It get gold in it
It get gold in it
I must go get it
a the pass and no one else could ever fill your shoes
You sending me up bringing me down got my head just spinning around
Come on in get on out baby why
There's gold in these hills
There's a fortune underground
When I get to Coloma town
I'm gonna lay my claim down
Gold gold gold gold gold gold gold
Cutting off from the fake like Iu0027m scissors hand
Cuz they claim they was real but they switching head
But I always kept it real man
Inspired by
one pound of gold for now ten pounds of flesh
You gotta sell this old soul for whatever you can get
Trading one pound of gold for now ten pounds
Round round get around
I get around, yes
Get around round round, i get around
I get a--
Get around round round, i get around
From town to town
Person Unknown
Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
Well Saturday night's a lonely sound
When you're running your hands through the lost and found
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