Lyrics:
chick can buy my wedding ring
Suit and tie, i'm super size
No puppy eyes, no pity please
On my guys, make water wine
That shit divine, they envy me
Look
just the way I ball man
Cocaine ounces
Blue and yellow wristband
Chain look iceland
Watch my breitling
Niggas think ice can
Gucci think island
that part of me that wants to watch you suffer like I do
Cuz I could find another guy who looks a lot like you
You'd think by now that I could shake you
These Niggas off one perc
Two perc
Pressed perc
Blue perc
Buddy acting Tee'd up
Put him onna T shirt
My family call me Vaughn
But she a hoe
So I
to keep your cottage cool"
The Welcome Wagon brought me out some sleepin' pills and booze
I got the mean old subdivision blues
Somebody came
Street even though I didn't have to go down Main Street. You got an Amish guy in the car with you, that's like having a deer in the car. I just wanted
the day they argued
Over how he'd be recorded
"Hand over that guitar, amigo
Give it to that session guy"
And Buddy said "Pat, That'll be
The Day that I die"
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
of guys
The Crew The Crew The Crew
(Got)
The View The View The View
(We keep it)
New New New
Wrote this with the color blue
Yeah
The color blue
I love blue
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
of sorrow and gloom
Sorry buddy, ain't no bright tomorrow for you
Ayo I like sorrow, cuz without any life's hollow
Bad dark days followed by a bright tomorrow
to live
Is only five minutes out from the guys on the strip
Where man make ye' work, heard he's a soldier
I know that nigga hasn't got balls like Grey
and I
Know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man
You better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck
And I'll know it's time to leave
With my drinkin' buddy
She's got tight blue jeans, uh huh
Long blond hair
And she's a cowboy's dream
She can knock
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
Give me it now, I'm not the guy you want to piss off
By any means, I get what I want and I want it all
Rock with me, guitar please
I'm egotistical,
I ain't never switch up with my brothers
Nigga play, he gon' die by my cuddy
Fuck that bitch, now I'm fuckin' her buddy
Fuck a bitch, you can't get
with lovin' on her mind
Well I was almost tempted by her soft touch and her sigh
But the next time I saw him I could look him in the eye
That's one
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
need then get lost
I could buy the blue from the
Sky I'm a rich hog give me it now
I'm not the guy you want to piss off
By any means
I get what I want
Alright there ah buddy license and registration
Uh officer is there a problem man what's going on?
Yeah, I had a report of a UFO
What's that?
The cedi dey fight for life
The petrol prices them be on the rise
And everything else is on a high
I asked my guy, how he survives on seven one five
He start
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
on the clit
(Rub on the what?)
I'm sorry lil' buddy can't
Hang with the clique (No way)
No, lil' buddy can't hang with the gang
(He's a lame)
I got a chopper,
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