Lyrics:
or 4 and they left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far.
Now babe the time has come.
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said "If we
and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said "if we could
of James Evans
He had a bass in his voice that would make everybody else tremble plain and simple
Used to wear them big trucker hats and blue khakis (when he
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
Yellow dog school bus kickin' up red dust
Pickin' us up by a barbed wire fence
MTV on the RCA, no A/C in the vents
We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby
rotten
Because no body set them up with soft cotton
Examples set by drug dealers good role modelz forgotten they looking for bottle
A blunt full of lies so
cuz you know we got soul
Five natives in the car is the only way to roll
Creative by far turn your copper to gold
We be Boardwalk Empire walk that
Aweee, imma mess em up
With no trigger pull
Bullets come straight up
Through the cotton wool
We ain't nothing but a nothing
Blood face, running
Kill
Cotton
Then you gone need to do more work
A little harder
My plate stay full
No work mean starving
It's like playing ball but you never starting
Get up
We on now baby 227
Hutch, Habbie, SNS holla at your boy
Blockworks
By the time niggas realize what happened
It'll already be too late
By then
to open
Got on the train we're car from car but not too far I started scopin'
Starin' at this bitch for a minute
My man pulled out the mag, opened
the gang)
Why he walkin' 'round the bity
Like he actin' tough? (City, city)
Like a car gettin' detailed
We finna touch him up (Get him, get him)
Sit him in
right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down
bitch on my dick, I don't know Peter
Your bitch in my crib, yeah we know she a ho-cheater
I'ma hit a step back, feel like James Harden
We gon' leave him
final addition
I've had many names
My government is David James (Valents)
But back in the Chess,
The Natural took the reins
And built defense mechanisms,
left and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said "If we
and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said." if we could
and got into his car
And they drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How'd ya like to have a little fun?
And she said." if we could
If your eyes are blue,
Hers are a little bluer
If your car is new,
Hers is a little newer
If there?s a dude in the room,
She?ll think he wants
niggas looking for space
We boxin niggas out
Heavyweight, these featherweight niggas got
A lot of mouth
Its like these rappers picking cotton now
Milked by
knocked my motherfucking son out his Nike Airs
But hell, life aint never been fair
Let me give you something, little dose of what I been through
My mom told
the man in the vest
Went dancing down the wire.
Cotton candy, apple sweet
I can't get enough of what's bad for me, oh
Satisfaction guaranteed
By
Discuss these little car blues by james cotton Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In