Lyrics:
shit, do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet (yeah), niggas bang but they don't slang
I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee
And I'm just sitting here figuring it out
While you're in the puddle on floor by the liquor store
Trickling down
You got a hold on me
And it's plain
to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little
Light skin ting she tall, skin on silk she soft
Heaven sent, sent by God
When I seen her young Nigga had to pause
When I seen her young nigga had
Choppa got a ring
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Save by the bell, Choppa got a ring
Boom by the bing, let it sing
Pullin' up on my lane, that's my lane, I'm
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue
As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for
Im looking out the window
Im waitin at the door
To see if youll be coming by
The way you did before
The way you did before
You told me you
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
experiments
Theoretical observances and critical procedures, cool
to seventy-seven Kelvins, by submerging, steel cylinders
Secure capacitated it in
there she lay spleeping upon the bed
Half covered by fantastic silks
Her breast I see, moves with her dreams
A sight I will always recall
A single
This is what you give me to work with
Well, honey, I've seen worse
We're going to turn this sow's ear
Into a silk purse
We'll have you washed
a basketball player
Pass weed with the G's
And pass laws with the mayors
See, that's the difference between
You, me, and him
Nigga, I'm Silk the Slim
With
This is what you give me to work with?
Well, honey, I've seen worse
We're going to turn this sow's ear
Into a silk purse
We'll have you
Washed
This is what you give me to work with
Well, honey, I've seen worse
We're going to turn this sow's ear
Into a silk purse
We'll have you washed
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of a stranger
But we'd love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
Some are silk and some are leather
They're the faces of a stranger
But we'd love to try them on
Well, we all fall in love
But we disregard
shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy making thirty cents a day
Well,
you were weeping
And your tears poured down like diamonds
For a love beyond all keeping
And you caught them one by one
In a million silk bandannas
telling
Will I fuck em will I diss em, that's what these hoes yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
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