Lyrics:
that blicky then you squeeze until his body drop
It wasnt no smoke up in the air bitch we create the opps
Run him down and burn him pussy we cremate
headed for the Texxas Jam
Me and my buddies
And all that I can say
Is that every Texas kid into music
Well they were there that day
It was a great day
On the Lake out by the fairground big wheel.
We could circle it forever
But we?d never guess the way that Eddie feels
Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
See, this rap shit came at a time that was accurate
Twenty-something years later, I mastered it
Seen light poles get used
of fantastic
Extra skeed no sleep its kind of a habit
Oh geez homies know that I'm a little loud (Oh my God!)
That's why I make sure they always around
Blake,
street
His friend Eddie he did the respray
So he couldn't drive it all last week
And it cost most of the money that he had saved up
To pay Eddie
Mommy, they're here again
We've come up with something new
That all the others can't mock
With funky music and a fresh rap and
We call it just rock,
now
I can't take it with me so I represent by balling out
And that's facts
Dirty mitten on my back
Dirty mitten on the track
Ouu Real nigga on the cat
Online got a sponsorship by Greddy
Y'all be full of shit, all y'all niggas need a stoma
I'm so fucking geeked, it look like I got Glaucoma
Thought it was
Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psych
If I were to die,
lie
Time and time again, want you to give it a little try
Maybe things will change if you see it that way
Go back to the music that you always wanna
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
I dont wanna hear that shit nigga go prove it
If you got a glock then nigga go use it
Mob ties you know this shit deeper then music
I get off a perc
precise)
And oh yeah, I don't care to precise, I play by ear
I've always wanted to be in a band
Give me the music
Encore, you want more?
Gimme that
We live, life by the moment
And spend it, 'cuz we ain't broke yet
That flew over, I know it
Ain't talking bout spending bread
I'm talking bout living
how are we gonna write this song
And ensure that it's not about me I just wanna help your kingdom come
Thy will be done
From the rising sun
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
been a bad night, it's, it's finna pass by us
I heard he was a cannibal
I heard he take the skulls and eat 'em up like a cantaloupe
I heard he eat
ball
Wonder why you do me like that anthropologist
I would love to take you back
But it's some shit I gotta finish
Been thru it all with you
I thought
by the trigger
It feel like my mind is stuck playing games of twister
Y'all make me want to quit this music shit
Cuz I don't get support for it
to really be on that H
Do some after I record some takes
Making music that I can't remember
What month are we in, I think it's December
Rap on what I want,
the joke of fate alone
It's sure that as the loved hand leaves you,
You clutch for the slip-stream, the realness to find.
But do what you like, do what
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
blazing
For the motherless children that related to Mahalia
I know
You tired of that you can't feel it in your heart
Let the music be your secret lover
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