Lyrics:
think I am running out of words hit the bar
Shit bout to get bizarre
Probably would have played some song on my freaking guitar
Why you think every Indian
rich inside my casket once my time gone
I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why you drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch,
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
up and throw it all away, away
Gotta take a break, take a break
It's 5 o'clock in the morning
Why am I still awake
Tear another page, another page
don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you
really is, youngin'
Ayy, why you think I went pop? So my family could eat (alright)
But now that the fridge is full, it's just a pen and this beat
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse
chasten you
So just like you'll chasten your own son
He's gonna chasten you because he loves you
So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in
chasten you
So just like you'll chasten your own son
He's gonna chasten you because he loves you
So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in
into the books
By the crooks of culture, the truth has a mother's looks
Who blesses and loves every single day
Words from Papa triple K and 66 right
By Jimmy Driftwood
Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't
Eleven
4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin' but love for this
Jilly from Philly, word up
You're not ready
Aight, now, for all y'all out there that know how this song go
I want y'all to sing along with love, ya
songs
And I hope that you don't get me wrong
Five days, five days are way too long
L-O-V-E Y-O-U
I do
I hope you
L-O-V-E-E
Me too
I took a shot in
pecan pie for her bowdie
Y'all boys know me
I got a lot of Patnas but I'm good on my lonely
If you in my circle you will never ever owe me
I love my
them so far apart
Lonely there she kneels and tells the stars above
In her arms he belongs and her prayer is a song
Her undying song of love
and love doing bids
Unemployment lines, mexicans'll work for nothing
You pray with 'em but you don't who that priest been touching
Liquor stores, strip
to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit
All we need is L.O.V.E.
That's the only thing that we need
We need that immediately
That's the only thing that we need
Give me that love love
that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried
And I'm sorry that we couldn't get it on
But the love for my girl's too strong
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Come on let me hit it again
Come on let
of shy about
Someone who writes poetry
Or maybe you can sing?
Maybe you can sing a song, mmm
(Tonight on the telephone)
(I dial...)
6-3-2-5-7-9-2 (Is
spit
Ebonics, burnin, that's the shit
And that girl by the bar with the waistline
Shakin her hips (okay!!)
This is the last crusade, I might
Fix your
more song and dance
like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance
y'all stuck on "I have a dream"
Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team
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