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Hangin' down in Memphis all the while
And children by the million sing for Alex Chilton when he comes 'round
They sing, "I'm in love, what's
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
to stop Trillville and Three 6, Hell no
I know by now someone told you about the cracker in Memphis
Three 6 picked up two years ago, the shit was
the Triple 6 Mafia from Memphis
Who has a unique quality of rap style
What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
Well, I shall take
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
like a ground out
Catch me posted on the corned like a time out
Play the game by the rules never foul out
Bunch of monsters with the gang lay something
drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved
of town we on Memphis shit
Nigga he gon' witness it
I wild a nigga with a 45
Nigga better run for their lives
Why people actin' so surprised?
They been
(Harlan Howard - Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
Well I won't be much when you get through with me
I'm losin' weight and turnin'
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
you know? What you know?
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' cuckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord Infamous-
In Memphis, I'm
fever
Slide on them niggas we hop in a Beamer
Masked up can't see me John Cena
Keep me a chop this a double odd buck
Your hoe is a thot so I don't give
Rottweilers
And shoot at him
That's my black friend, he a real black pimp
He got my own car, he don't need no rig
Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick
I'm
Buck Owens & Susan Raye
I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see
If I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me
You
tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous
know
I want to get rid of those faked up hoes
It's the city of Memphis
Watch me witness how this nigga unload
Rage make me regularly, force me
cuidado su odjan na bu loca
Pega kuza no da drive by
Ka bu brinca cassula sta high
Nhas shottas ku rambo cima samurai
Gang na cuspi moh Memphis depay
Ah yo
up by the cashier
On the front of a magazine bone punks in harmony
Flip to the page what do I see?
Bone talking bout Memphis Tennessee like a dog
hating the fact
I be smoking on the weed to relax
Love her body cause she keep it intact
Now I'm sneaking in the key on the mat
You'll be mine by the end
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob
Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a nigga making money with the music
So I had to come back on the beat on some G shit
If you didn't know by now
I'm something like a lyrical genius
Same hoes
I was born in Eastern Europe with a guitar in my hand
By the time I was sixteen I could play almost as the devil can
I've been playing on the streets
Yeah, look how I walk (Walk)
Yeah, look how I talk (Talk)
Rockin' Rick Owens (Rick)
VLone, my top (Top)
Real rockstar with a real rockstar bitch, she
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