Lyrics:
we coldblooded with this pimp game
All my niggas like Rick James
All my niggas got big chains - All my niggas got big chains
All my niggas got big
Little do you know don's friends are sleepy off the sprite
Shots so loud sound like the 4th of July
On the distance you can see all the red and blue
hit the brakes
The bitches came out, so we the niggas they would chase
Envy was the norm, we the children in the corn
Black male, pickin' cotton
by the lighthouse now
Losing oxygen, the pores swell, water breaks my skin, Arise
(Sea is a song, drifting along)
Blue horizons fade to cotton candy
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
around
Blue lights
Hit em wit the drive by
cnybody can die tonight
Duct tape
Ski mask
I'll take
3 bands
Shots Fired
Leave fast
Duckin when they bustin we
Cuz Ya Kiss me Like Cotton Rainin Down Lookin just like Snow
Dancin in those Chevy Headlights
Ya Hold me like them Dirt Track Cars Slangin up that Mud
Went crazy in my Cotton sweater blues
I can’t be a groom
Little light sent me predictions to the loneliness in move
I crossed the road crashed by a car
James DeBarge]
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they
Started spotted (?) I don't know why
Turned my back on an awesome party,
smile of my lover
I dressed her and I kissed her
Fled with little delay before the ambulance
Arrived to take my baby away"
"Down to St james Infirmary
He was sittin' there, his brush in hand
Painting waves as they danced upon the sand
With every stroke, he brought to life
The deep blue
a song for America,
Home of the red, white, and blue.
Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean,
Apple pie, baseball, and Shell gasoline,
And if you don't love
and jumped the gun
another damn car chase it ain't no fun
but it's real
but it could be surreal
and it's real when you're working for a little pay
and it's
as
Our favorite movie stars from Jesse James to
Charles Manson, the media
Since their inception
Have turned criminals into folk heroes they
Just created
be hypnotized by
My waist, my hips, my thighs and
Boy what you need to realize
That this ain't love
It’s just a little bit of fun
It's just a little
before you let me get some
[Chorus]
Do you have a fresh pair of panties on?
I got to know, or you could show, me
Silk cotton see-through lace your
cotton tail
Rabbit ears and cotton tail
Over dad’s old blue shoes
Through the waterfall too
Little rabbit run
Little rabbit run!
Little rabbit run!
and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars
Told him go fast and don't drag
Police pass on the other side, for a homicide
You pass by the car where the body died
Somehow somebody seen inside when I
The smell of cotton candy
Pulled pork and homemade pies
Three-legged races, flowered dresses
Memories through a child's eyes
One car, a phone and TV
At first you'll be a chicken at the jackhammer ride
But you'll do it with a girl sittin' right by your side
Let's take your car and mess around at the park
At first you'll be a chicken at the jackhammer ride
But you'll do it with a girl sittin' right by your side
Let's take your car and mess around at the park
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