Lyrics:
the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home
(I can
wear this great big smile
we never do look sour
[CHORUS]
Would I go...
you ...
Let me off ...
and I'll walk down to Greenwood
[CHORUS]
My girl said he had an eleven inch cock, couldn't walk with
Yo R.A. is worldwide man, he's goin' platinum, quadruple, 'n big time
First time I saw
Little green men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
It's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,
the real kings left off
And we're still carrying on
Take a walk down Beale Street
Every place you pass by, they call you in
A beggar playing up the street
walk by the railroad track
Hambone
Hambone, hambone
Have you heard?
Papa's gonna buy me a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don't sing
Hurting Place
Music and lyrics by Kara Johnstad
Please don't go
I'm so afraid to lose you before I really
Know you
Don't walk away
All though I
Why would you test this?
Mex out of Tex with 7 s-k-s's partna
[Chorus: x2]
They call me Rasheed
I smoke the bomb weed
I came up off my feet
all you mark ass bitches
Now stay your ass behind doors and out of my business
What you sniffing, thinking you could walk up
You best kick rocks or your
Nobody knows
That I am secret spy
I follow you home
Careful to walk behind you
I climb up your tree
And hide in the leaves
To keep you from
alone by myself in the dark
I thought this life, was supposed to be a walk in the park
CHORUS
VERSE 3
The end of the road, is when they put you six
ours to steal
She's a secret to reveal my friend
And when your children have all grown
You'll wait by the window
And wish them all back home
Walk
probably me
I remember December middle of a bitter winter
Ass on the trunk feet swinging by the fender
Arguing with you in the freezing cold
I was wrong you
5 early morning off to pursue my dreams
Weekday up in my crib I never seen no sun beam
I’m a hustling man up in this land no time to stop I got big
Yo, it's the fly kicko, golden double eye nickel
Sly snickle, little change, the dry pickle
Pics blow, serious face like Don Rickles
Prime ripples, I
want by
The look in your eyes
Tonight let's express how we feel
In other ways than words I'ma
Show you that it's real
And we ain't gotta rush, we can
the intern chick and
Somehow
Recently he was promoted to power
Walks around the office like nobody stopping me now
cnd one night after hours he got a little
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