Lyrics:
(Rodney Crowell)
You looked for trouble and you found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun
You'd try to run but you don't think you
out on your ear
This thought comes closely followed by the fear
And the thoughts of it makes you feel a bit ill
Yesterday I saw a girl who looked
inna electrician and
Start tazing family we put holes in skins
Them man are some grazing family
I drop so much shit
Them man are still straining family
What's up
Everybody? I go by the name of Rodney Jerkins
And on the guitar, I have my man Tim Stewart
And we 'bout to take y'all on a ride
So make
your brother by the hand 'cause together we gonna fight
It's time stop the violence
Show our children we can love and leave the hate behind us
It's time
I got friends in low places
Chases my love away, yea, yea and I'll be ok
And I'm not big on those places and
I think I'll slip on down
To the oasis
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
Switch one (switch one) raise it up
Switch two (switch two) make the back end up
Switch three (switch three) work it side to side
Switch four (switch
flash
It’ll smother your punches
Had to take Rodney
They was getting dumb paid
They was getting all the money
We was getting dumb played i pumped cane
Rodney, Bobby, Ricky or Mike
But Maseratis and them Bugattis by the end of the night
They say they want a cocktail, with a twist in it
They like
Megastar ohh
We be the fucking hottest
Megastar ohh
We be the fucking hottest
We be the fucking hottest
Written by: Rashanique Johnson, Rodney Johnson
leading you to hell then I tell ya to be reborn by...
The only name that I speak on
He's just the only way I claim that I keep on
It's a shame that you
daily
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
rodney Siraj the good die too young we all we got
All we got is tomorrow so were living for today
Now im drowning on the sorrows we gon make a better way
This shit'll bust a nigga
I don't think you understand where
It is we come from
I'm talkin' about nothin' nigga
No money in our pockets
it to your straight, I ain't spending no money
We could drink till we pass out, make dicks and all that
I'm a gangster, I bet shorty crawl back
they sold jello in the pain
Tryna Carmelo but he came
Lord have mercy but we be having that jersey
Flowin' so hungry, rappin' that thirsty
Think
Marcus Foul marcus Foul
Marcus Foul so, check it out, yo
Marcus Foul, Marcus Foul
For all my motherfucking niggas
Word to Herb we get stupider
systematically flawed
They don't want us involved
The land of the free
Until we don't stand or applaud
Or salute they flags
Hung us by a neuce and dragged us
we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love
City of Glass
[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world
the
Building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
exactly what we came to do
Tell em
We came, to funk you up tonight
We came, to make you lose control
We came to help you put your cares behind you
We came
area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the fuck's going
around around by YOU, but frankly we don't give a fuck, you know. Most kids
in
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