Lyrics:
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
my way
Like memories of yesterday
See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores
my way
Like memories of yesterday
See all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores
good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood
Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you
, chillin' in my, uh
Old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac
Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts
Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat
and swung her on in
It was long about then that my good feelin' faded
It weren't more than a double-wide, dented and dated
I said, "Hey, man, come on, let's
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
back with after 6 months
This filth? What the peanut butter
And jelly bullshit going on
Huh brazzi? Ya niggas
Ain’t even worth my fucking rhymes, man
can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back
What do you think is going on here the old man said from his chair? Did you think this is anything New now look here son. this is just like it was
Yes, we know we should have been home
By this time, my darling, yesterday
See, we were rolling across Texas
And this big old memory jumped in our way
Is beer, beer, good old aussie beer
It's true australian like a kangaroo
pilsners, lagers and kind will do
Raise your voices loud and clear
For beer,
The brother took all he could
This story don't prove that he ain't no good
Possum Slim (my man)
And I don't want you to mess with him
(Feel the spirit moving)
enough
I pray I can hold the game for as long as you man can hold a grudge
Years went by I know it's fucked, I had to hold it up for mummy on my own
I
like a curse,
I just wanna flirt
What part of "No" don't you really understand?
One-syllable word, old man?
You got a problem with my space?
Get your
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
the 9 to 5
Type of life
She was meant to live lavish
Unlocked the iPhone
Flipped through the contacts
Obsessed with old man she needed contact
Left her ex
of the problem is this (Speak on it God)
Preacher got my Old Earth puttin' money in the pan
For the rest of the week now I'm eatin' out a soup can
He has
money good
Man, I hate a old big dick-riding ass bitch
Never let a sack chaser hang in my clique
Fuck getting clout, bitch, I'm tryna get rich
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
(I have a woman
And I know she's no good
But still I keep my head up high
And try to do the things that a good man should
Am I a good man?)
Yeah we
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
didn't seem to bother the old man at all.
A traveler was riding by that day
And stopped to hear him a-fiddling away
The cabin was afloat and his feet
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