Lyrics:
fuckin' ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fuckin' up your city and we're
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
used to be at work with a coke and smile
Sitting in my cube with my music kinda loud
Pay me no mind I'm in my music
Right now
Rocking through halls till
took country music to the moon
Porter: My name is Merle Haggard and this is my band The Strangers and I hope that we will be able to do something you'll
the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky,
tracks
Ear to ear I can't have 'cause the fear my peers defamed rap
Now we
Gotta get back to the music
Gotta give back to the youth this product
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
The Sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
round-up in the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
to a guitar and my woman on the road
I'll give to you my family, my solid country gold
Oh 'cause they say country music ain't quite all it used to be
They
kinda have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic
And I don't
Because they be runnin
I'm just a chill for awhile cause they know I'm comin
I'm comin with somethin, lookin kinda throwed
I'm comin down ridin with my
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
check and fold 'em
I like five card stud,
But it's mostly Texas hold 'em
Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk
started buggin, we used to cool at the mall
But on the S.T., the Sneak Tip, they prayed for my downfall
I used to cruise by in my rock and always hear them
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Now it's just kind'a common to hear these people go off on me like I'm fuckin' Madana
But at least with my fans, I never let 'em down
Barely just where
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
And then you have this thought that like pops into your head
And you're like oh my god I'm gonna
I'm gonna dig myself into a hole
I mean I definitely catch
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