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St. Teresa
Sit down on the corner, just a little climb
When I make my
the one spinning this
Broke down cotton gin
O say I can't breathe
By the red and blue lights
So proudly we hail
At the ones that we smite
O'er the land
Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz
Just to show them he could do it all
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
Well, he
to the bank, all blues, haha
Give you head (nah, nah), give you bread (nah, nah)
See, I don't do that in my car
Laid back gettin' neck in the double R (aw,
the bell
When you hear them tires screech
You wont ever get no peace
If you never got your piece
All white cotton sheets
That's little bo peep
Only got
of the quest
Right route Gladys west gps
Guiled by the throne
Watch what I own
Harpo productions
Ride along
You get a car you get a car
Do it for the crowd
James
the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
the rabid villain, and I'm so high
Smokin' freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at,
fired
But I figured I'd have it all by the time I retired
I'd have me a car worth at least a hundred grand.
[CHORUS]
I'd get it one piece
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
- swing beat
Name; Heavy D, so just watch me
Car; Chevy four by four Blazer
Favorite pasttime? Skeeze chaser!
Size; ten and a half, sometimes
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
by the wall!
You got lots have Potential!
You decide to choose a
Wrong judgement to live a life
Wearing orange stripes like beehives?
Come on man!
You
the streaks of lightning we could see a horse out far ahead
'Twas little Joe the wrangler in the lead;
We was riding "old Blue Rocket" with his slicker 'bove
ink are bullets
Cause I write with a weapon
A Minerva Owl
Creeping through the night hour
If you ain't selling weed
Then it's white powder
On that James
me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next to you
Am I
Well, I reckon now’s a good time
To tell you ‘bout a good man
Who tried to help the world
Finally understand –
That it’s so wrong to judge another
By
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
still dirty
I'm tryna smile and go forward like I'm James Worthy
My bedroom and my car, it got the same curtains
I know it helped me when you changed,
attack it that's why I'm gonna crack it
The shell and the soul of little kids who can't roll
I told em, scold em, teach em and mold em
Get paid ten
Hey!
Ha!
Oh!
There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
I highly disagree
The only place that feels right is right up above the trees
Strong desire to be forgotten
Noone's by my side, that's the way it
Now we black and blue
Now we black and blue
Now we black and blue
Now we black and
Now we black and
Now we black and blue
I suffered a lot of things
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