Lyrics:
Buzzards fly around
And an old man sits in his yard
By five, large garbage bags of soda cans
His crooked truck now corrodes
From riding down these
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
I ain't got no hook for this
I just kinda wrote, wrote down what i felt
But imma put something from a old song on here I guess
We gone let it run
on demon watch
Be the aprop, do I see a cop or see a op
When I tread light, envy wise and homeless as a dove
He was up to us, we call him angels down from up
To see a couple old friends come up to me and talk
Class a little awkward, stare at the SmartBoard
Had to go and make new friends or I'll be bored
Met my
brawling, you
Know what I mean. And the guy that was mad with his
Old lady, when she fell over on this gas tank that was
Burning for heat, the gas ran all
keep still
And all the little girls rhyme something
On the way back home from school
And all the little girls rhyme something
On the way back home from
and late night truckers
Old ass bitches try to kill motherfuckers (Ha ha ha ha)
This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes
we learn from Ike Turner (what)
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge (what)
Without permission from the St. Lunatics
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ladies
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Cuban link
where the ladies at (3x)
how many shorty's that'll ride tonight
I need a partner in this gangsta life,
a real shorty that will bang
This be the warning for you
All that that glitters ain't gold
Watch how this story
unfolds
Watch how this story unfolds
This be the lady born cold
the high draws you in, much like my high on love
What was I rapping about again? Oh that's right, my little turtle dove
Baby I'll always hold a spot for you
for my friends
People can't see my pain, camouflaged by a grin
It's like one fifty one make you run out your skin
Got a turtle out his shell let
mandarins
His face and his smile bringing coffee in the morning
A mouse nibbling some bread
An old couple kissing with energy
Two little rabbits in
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs
Trembling hand as she passed the rose
Red Crepe paper, made nature's bouquet
Help a little old lady buy a rose today;
I took the rose from her trembling
And then go home with my
Home girls and have fun
It seems like you're very versatile if
It's one thing that I would
Love for little girls to embrace from
got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But still I didn't see it
Mama hid it from us
We was kids
my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you ever think that
I've been sipping on kill
I'm educated and she sassy
Like she saving turtles no plastic
Making bold statements you gotta back it
Got an old statement
with the crew
Or drinkin' that Old English brew
Straight from the bottle not the cup
And it gets us more than just fucked up
And I like it y'all
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